Psalms 57
1 To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until [these] calamities be overpast.
Načelniku godbe: "Ne pogubi", Davidova pesem odlična, ko je bežal pred Savlom v brlog. Milosten mi bodi, Bog, milosten mi bodi; ker k tebi je pribežala duša moja, in v senco peroti tvojih hočem pribežati, dokler ne minejo težave.
2 I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth [all things] for me.
Klical bodem Boga najvišjega, mogočnega, ki zvršuje za me.
3 He shall send from heaven, and save me [from] the reproach of him that would swallow me up. (Selah) God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.
Poslal bode z nebes rešit me, osramotil bode njega, ki me rohneč preganja silovito. Poslal bode Bog milost svojo in resnico svojo.
4 My soul [is] among lions: [and] I lie [even among] them that are set on fire, [even] the sons of men, whose teeth [are] spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Jaz sem med levi groznimi, med požigalci ležim, med ljudmi, katerih zobje so sulice in pušice, in jezik njih je oster meč.
5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; [let] thy glory [be] above all the earth.
Povišaj se nad nebesa, o Bog; nad vso zemljo v slavi svoji.
6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen [themselves]. (Selah)
Mrežo so bili nastavili stopinjam mojim; potlačil je bil dušo mojo; jamo so bili skopali pred menoj, vanjo padajo silno.
7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
S povzdignenim srcem svojim, o Bog, s povzdignenim srcem bodem pel in prepeval:
8 Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I [myself] will awake early.
Vstani, slava moja, vstanite brenklje in strune, budil bodem sè zarijo;
9 I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto thee among the nations.
Slavil te bodem med ljudstvi, Gospod; prepeval med narodi;
10 For thy mercy [is] great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds.
Velika je do nebés milost tvoja, in noter do gornjih oblakov resnica tvoja.
11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: [let] thy glory [be] above all the earth.
Povišaj se nad nebesa, o Bog; nad vso zemljo v slavi svoji.
