Psalms 57
1 TO THE OVERSEER. “DO NOT DESTROY.” A MIKTAM OF DAVID, IN HIS FLEEING FROM THE FACE OF SAUL INTO A CAVE. Favor me, O God, favor me, For my soul is trusting in You, And I trust in the shadow of Your wings, Until the calamities pass over.
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 call to God Most High, To God [who] is perfecting for me.
Klical bodem Boga najvišjega, mogočnega, ki zvršuje za me.
3 He sends from the heavens, and saves me, He reproached [the one] who is panting after me. (Selah) God sends forth His kindness 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] in the midst of lions, I lie down [among] flames—sons of men, Their teeth [are] a spear 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 exalted above the heavens, O God, Your glory 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 has bowed down, They have dug a pit before me, They have fallen into its midst. (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 prepared, O God, My heart is prepared, I sing and praise.
S povzdignenim srcem svojim, o Bog, s povzdignenim srcem bodem pel in prepeval:
8 Awake, my glory, awake, stringed instrument and harp, I awake the morning dawn.
Vstani, slava moja, vstanite brenklje in strune, budil bodem sè zarijo;
9 I thank You among the peoples, O Lord, I praise You among the nations.
Slavil te bodem med ljudstvi, Gospod; prepeval med narodi;
10 For Your kindness [is] great to the heavens, And Your truth to the clouds.
Velika je do nebés milost tvoja, in noter do gornjih oblakov resnica tvoja.
11 Be exalted above the heavens, O God. Your glory above all the earth!
Povišaj se nad nebesa, o Bog; nad vso zemljo v slavi svoji.
