Psalms 144
1 A psalm of David. Praise the Lord—he is my rock. He trains me for battle, he gives me skill for war.
Blagoslovljen bodi Gospod, moja moč, ki uči moje roke za vojno in moje prste za boj,
2 He is the one who faithfully loves me, protects me, and defends me. He is the one who rescues me, shields me from danger, and keeps me safe. He defeats nations and places them under my rule.
moja dobrota in moja trdnjava, moj visoki stolp in moj osvoboditelj, moj ščit in tisti, v katerega zaupam, ki moje ljudstvo podjarmlja pod mene.
3 Lord, what are human beings that you should care about them? What are people that you should concern yourself with them?
Gospod, kaj je človek, da ti jemlješ spoznanje o njem! Ali človeški sin, da delaš obračun o njem!
4 Humanity is like a breath; their lives are like a passing shadow.
Človek je podoben ničevosti, njegovi dnevi so kakor senca, ki mineva.
5 Part your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so that they give off smoke.
Upogni svoje nebo, oh Gospod in pridi dol, dotakni se gora in se bodo kadile.
6 Scatter your enemies with flashes of lightning! Let your arrows fly and send them running in confusion!
Vrzi bliskanje in jih razkropi; izstreli svoje puščice in jih uniči.
7 Stretch down your hand from heaven and set me free. Rescue me from raging waters, from the oppression of foreign enemies.
Pošlji svojo roko od zgoraj, odstrani me in osvobodi me iz velikih vodá, pred roko tujih otrok,
8 They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
čigar usta govorijo prazne reči in je njihova desnica desnica neresnice.
9 God, I will sing a new song to you, accompanied by a ten-stringed harp,
Zapel ti bom novo pesem, oh Bog, na plunko in glasbilo desetih strun ti bom prepeval hvalnice.
10 to you, the one who gives victory to kings. You saved your servant David from death by the sword.
On je, ki kraljem daje rešitev duš, ki osvobaja Davida, svojega služabnika, pred škodljivim mečem.
11 Set me free. Rescue me from the oppression of foreign enemies. They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
Reši me in osvobodi me pred roko tujih otrok, katerih usta govorijo prazne reči in je njihova desnica desnica neresnice,
12 Then our sons will grow up like plants in their youth and become mature, and our daughters will be like beautiful pillars carved to support a palace.
da bodo naši sinovi lahko kakor sadike odrasle v svoji mladosti, da bodo naše hčere kakor vogalni kamni, pološčeni po podobnosti palače,
13 Our storehouses will be full of all kinds of crops; our flocks of sheep will grow by thousands, increasing by tens of thousands in the pastures.
da bodo naše kašče lahko polne, nudeč vse vrste zalog, da lahko naše ovce na naših ulicah skotijo tisoče in deset tisoče,
14 Our cattle will grow fat. No one will break down our city walls, there will be no exile, no cries of mourning in our town squares.
da bodo naši voli lahko močni za delo, da ne bo vloma niti izginjanja, da na naših ulicah ne bo pritoževanja.
15 The people who live like this will be happy. Happy are those whose God is the Lord.
Srečno je tisto ljudstvo, ki je v takšni zadevi, da, srečno je tisto ljudstvo, čigar Bog je Gospod.
