Psalms 65
1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David: a Song. Praise waiteth for thee in silence, O God, in Zion; and unto thee shall the vow be performed.
Načelniku godbe, psalm Davidov, pesem. Tebi gré gotova hvala, o Bog, ki si na Sijonu, in tebi je opravljati obljubo.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.
O ki slušaš molitev, noter do tebe pride vse meso.
3 Iniquities have prevailed against me: our transgressions, thou wilt forgive them.
Premagale so me bile hudobije, grehe naše tí opiraš.
4 Blessed is he whom thou choosest and causest to approach: he shall dwell in thy courts. We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, of thy holy temple.
Blagor mu, kogar izvoliš in pripuščaš, da bode prebival v vežah tvojih: sitimo se z dobroto hiše tvoje, sè svetimi rečmi tvojega svetišča.
5 By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, thou confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the distant regions of the sea. ...
Čestitljive reči nam govoriš v pravici, o Bog blaginje naše; zaupanje vseh dalnjih pokrajin zemlje in morja.
6 Who by his strength established the mountains, being girded with power;
Gore utrjuješ v kreposti svoji, z močjo opasan.
7 Who stilleth the raging of the seas, the raging of their waves, and the tumult of the peoples.
Šum morja strahuješ, šum vodá njegovih, in narodov hrup;
8 And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens; thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
Ki delaš, da prepevajo jutranje vzhode in večerne prebivalci pokrajin, boječ se znamenj tvojih.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, thou hast watered it; thou greatly enrichest it: the river of God is full of water; thou providest their corn, when thou hast so prepared it:
Obiskuješ to zemljo in je želiš, močno jo bogatiš; s potokom Božjim polnim vodé; pripravljaš njih žito, ko si jo tako obdelal.
10 Thou dost satiate its furrows, thou smoothest its clods, thou makest it soft with showers; thou blessest the springing thereof.
Razore njene namakaš, brazde njene poravnavaš; z deževjem jo raztapljaš, kal njeno blagoslavljaš.
11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness, and thy paths drop fatness:
Venčaš dobrote svoje leto, in sledovi tvoji kapljajo maščobo.
12 They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness, and the hills are girded with gladness.
Kapljajo v ograje puščave in z radostjo se ogrinjajo griči.
13 The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, yea, they sing.
Pašniki se odevajo s čedami, in doline se pokrivajo s pšenico; ukajoč delajo in tudi pojó.
