Psalms 65
1 “To the chief musician, a psalm [and] song of David.” For thee praise is waiting, O God, in Zion: and unto thee shall vows be paid.
Načelniku godbe, psalm Davidov, pesem. Tebi gré gotova hvala, o Bog, ki si na Sijonu, in tebi je opravljati obljubo.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee all flesh shall come.
O ki slušaš molitev, noter do tebe pride vse meso.
3 The iniquitous things have become too mighty for me: our transgressions—these wilt thou wipe away.
Premagale so me bile hudobije, grehe naše tí opiraš.
4 Happy is he whom thou choosest, and causest to approach, that he may dwell in thy courts: let us be satisfied with the happiness of thy house, the holiness of thy temple.
Blagor mu, kogar izvoliš in pripuščaš, da bode prebival v vežah tvojih: sitimo se z dobroto hiše tvoje, sè svetimi rečmi tvojega svetišča.
5 With terrific deeds in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the sea, that are far away;
Čestitljive reči nam govoriš v pravici, o Bog blaginje naše; zaupanje vseh dalnjih pokrajin zemlje in morja.
6 Who setteth firmly the mountains by his power, who is girded with might;
Gore utrjuješ v kreposti svoji, z močjo opasan.
7 Who assuageth the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the tumult of nations.
Šum morja strahuješ, šum vodá njegovih, in narodov hrup;
8 And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid of thy wondrous signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening thou causest to rejoice.
Ki delaš, da prepevajo jutranje vzhode in večerne prebivalci pokrajin, boječ se znamenj tvojih.
9 Thou hast thought of the earth, and waterest her abundantly; thou greatly enrichest her; the brook of God is full of water: thou preparest their corn, when thou hast thus prepared her.
Obiskuješ to zemljo in je želiš, močno jo bogatiš; s potokom Božjim polnim vodé; pripravljaš njih žito, ko si jo tako obdelal.
10 Watering her furrows abundantly, smoothing down her ridges, thou softenest her with showers; thou blessest her growth.
Razore njene namakaš, brazde njene poravnavaš; z deževjem jo raztapljaš, kal njeno blagoslavljaš.
11 Thou hast crowned the year of thy goodness; and thy tracks drop fatness:
Venčaš dobrote svoje leto, in sledovi tvoji kapljajo maščobo.
12 The pastures of the wilderness are dropping [with plenty]: and the hills are girt with gladness.
Kapljajo v ograje puščave in z radostjo se ogrinjajo griči.
13 The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are enveloped with corn: men shout for joy, [yea, ] they also sing.
Pašniki se odevajo s čedami, in doline se pokrivajo s pšenico; ukajoč delajo in tudi pojó.
