Psalms 92
1 A psalm. A song for the Sabbath day. How good it is to thank the Lord, to sing praises to you, Most High,
Psalm in pesem, v sobote dan. Dobro je slaviti Gospoda, in prepevati tvojemu imenu, o Najvišji!
2 to tell of your trustworthy love in the morning, and your faithfulness in the night,
Oznanjati vsako jutro milost tvojo, in zvestobo tvojo vsako noč;
3 to the music of a ten-stringed harp and the melody of a lyre.
Na desetostrunje in na brenklje, na strune s premišljevanjem.
4 You've made me so happy, Lord, because of all you've done for me! I sing for joy at what you've done!
Ker razveseljuješ me, Gospod, z delom svojim; prepeval bodem o dejanjih tvojih rôk.
5 Lord, what you do is amazing; your thoughts are very profound!
Kako velika so dela tvoja, Gospod; silno globoke so misli tvoje!
6 Only senseless people and fools don't know and understand this:
Mož neumen ne spozna, in nespameten ne zapazi tega,
7 even though the wicked grow up quickly like grass, and even though people who do evil flourish, they will be destroyed forever!
Ko poganjajo krivični kakor trava in cvetó vsi, ki delajo krivico, zgodi se, da se pogubé vekomaj.
8 But you, Lord, rule on high forever.
Ti pa, o Najvišji, si vekomaj.
9 Your enemies, Lord, your enemies will die; everyone who does evil will be destroyed!
Ker glej, sovražniki tvoji, Gospod, ker glej, sovražniki tvoji ginejo; razkropé se vsi, ki delajo krivico.
10 But you have made me as powerful as a wild bull; you have anointed me with the best olive oil.
Rog moj pa zvišuješ kakor samorogov, oblivajoč me z oljem prisnim.
11 My eyes look with pleasure to see my enemies defeated; my ears have heard the downfall of those who tried to attack me.
To gleda oko moje na zalezovalcih mojih, ušesa moja poslušajo o njih, ki se spenjajo v mé.
12 Those who live right flourish like a palm tree; they grow tall like a cedar tree in Lebanon.
Kakor palma bode zelenel pravični, kakor cedra na Libanu bode rasel.
13 They are planted in the house of the Lord; they thrive in the courts of our God.
Vsajeni v hiši Gospodovi, v vežah Boga našega bodo poganjali mladike.
14 Even when they are old they will still produce fruit, staying fresh and green.
V obilosti bodejo živeli še v sivosti, debeli bodejo in zeleneči;
15 They will declare, “The Lord does what is right! He is my rock! There is no wrong in him!”
In oznanjali, da je pravičen Gospod, skala moja, in da ni nobene krivice v njem.
