Psalms 21
1 “To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” O Lord, because of thy strength will the king rejoice; and through thy salvation how greatly will he be glad!
Zborovođi. Psalam. Davidov. Jahve, zbog tvoje se moći kralj veseli, zbog pomoći tvoje radosno kliče.
2 The longing of his heart hast thou given him, and the request of his lips hast thou not withholden. (Selah)
Ti mu ispuni želju srca, ne odbi molitve usana njegovih.
3 For thou meetest him unasked with the blessings of happiness: thou settest on his head a crown of pure gold.
Ti ga predusrete blagoslovima sretnim, na glavu mu krunu stavi od suhoga zlata.
4 Life hath he asked of thee, thou gavest it to him, length of days for ever and ever.
Za život te molio, i ti mu dade premnoge dane - za vijeke vjekova.
5 Great is his honor through thy help: glory and majesty thou layest upon him.
Pomoću tvojom slava je njegova velika, uresio si ga veličanstvom i sjajem.
6 For thou appointest him to be a blessing for ever: thou makest him glad with joy from thy presence.
Ti ga učini blagoslovom za vjekove, veseliš ga radošću lica svojega.
7 For the king trusteth in the Lord; and through the kindness of the Most High shall he not be moved.
Doista, kralj se uzda u Jahvu i po dobroti Svevišnjega neće se pokolebati.
8 Thy hand will reach all thy enemies: thy right hand will reach those that hate thee.
Tvoja ruka nek' pronađe sve dušmane tvoje, desnica tvoja neka stigne one koji te mrze!
9 Thou wilt render them as a fiery oven at the time of thy anger: the Lord in his wrath will destroy them, and a fire will devour them.
Nek' budu kao u peći ognjenoj kad se ukaže lice tvoje! Nek' ih Jahve gnjevom uništi, neka ih proguta oganj!
10 Their fruit wilt thou cause to perish from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.
Njihovo potomstvo satri sa zemlje i rod im iz sinova ljudskih.
11 For they directed against thee evil: they devised a mischievous purpose, which they were not able to perform.
Ako li stanu zlo kovati protiv tebe, ako spremaju spletke, neće uspjeti.
12 For thou wilt make them turn their back; upon thy bow-strings thou wilt make ready [thy arrows] against their face.
Ti ćeš ih natjerati u bijeg, svoj luk ćeš usmjeriti na njih.
13 Exalt thyself, O Lord, in thy strength; [and] we will sing and praise thy power.
Ustani, Jahve, u sili svojoj! Daj nam da pjesmama slavimo snagu tvoju!
