Psalms 57
1 To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of David on Michtam. When he fled from Saul in the cave. Have mercie vpon me, O God, haue mercie vpon me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and in the shadowe of thy wings wil I trust, till these afflictions ouerpasse.
Smiluj se na me, Bože, smiluj se na me; jer se u tebe uzda duša moja, i pod sjen krila tvojih sklanjam se dok ne proðu nevolje.
2 I will call vnto the most high God, euen to the God, that performeth his promise toward me.
Prizivam Boga višnjega, Boga, koji mi dobro èini;
3 He will send from heauen, and saue me from the reproofe of him that would swallowe me. (Selah) God wil send his mercy, and his trueth.
Da pošlje s neba i saèuva me, da posrami onoga koji traži da me proždre; da pošlje Bog milost svoju i istinu svoju.
4 My soule is among lions: I lie among the children of men, that are set on fire: whose teeth are speares and arrowes, and their tongue a sharpe sworde.
Duša je moja meðu lavovima, ležim meðu onima koji dišu plamenom. Zubi su sinova ljudskih koplja i strijele, i njihov jezik maè oštar.
5 Exalt thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauen, and let thy glory be vpon all the earth.
Uzvisi se više nebesa, Bože, po svoj zemlji neka bude slava tvoja!
6 They haue layd a net for my steps: my soule is pressed downe: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the mids of it. (Selah)
Metnuše zamku nogama mojima, i stegoše dušu moju, iskopaše preda mnom jamu, i sami padoše u nju.
7 Mine heart is prepared, O God, mine heart is prepared: I will sing and giue prayse.
Utvrdilo se srce moje, Bože, utvrdilo se srce moje; pjevaæu te i slaviæu.
8 Awake my tongue, awake viole and harpe: I wil awake early.
Probudi se, slavo moja, probudi se, psaltire i gusle; ustaæu rano.
9 I will prayse thee, O Lord, among the people, and I wil sing vnto thee among the nations.
Hvaliæu Gospoda po narodima, pjevaæu ti po plemenima.
10 For thy mercie is great vnto the heauens, and thy trueth vnto the cloudes.
Jer je velika do nebesa milost tvoja, i istina tvoja do oblaka.
11 Exalt thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauens, and let thy glory be vpon all the earth.
Uzvisi se više nebesa, Bože, po svoj zemlji neka bude slava tvoja!
