Psalms 65
1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. A SONG. To You, silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, And to You a vow is completed.
Zborovođi. Psalam. Davidov. Pjesma. Bože, tebi dolikuje hvalospjev sa Sionu, tebi se ispunja zavjet -
2 Hearer of prayer, all flesh comes to You.
ti molitve uslišuješ. Svaka pÓut dolazi k tebi
3 Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions—You cover them.
pod teretom grijeha. Naši nas prijestupi taru, ti ih pomiruješ.
4 O the blessedness of [him whom] You choose, And draw near, he inhabits Your courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Your house, Your holy temple.
Blažen kog izabra i k sebi uze: on boravi u dvorima tvojim. Daj da se nasitimo dobrima Doma tvoga i svetošću tvoga Hrama.
5 By fearful things in righteousness You answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off The ends of the earth and sea.
Čudesno nas uslišuješ u pravednosti svojoj, o Bože, spasenje naše, nado svih krajeva svijeta i mora dalekih.
6 Establishing mountains by His power, He has been girded with might,
Učvršćuješ bregove jakošću svojom silom opasÄan.
7 Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
Krotiš huku mora, huku valova i buku naroda.
8 And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts Are afraid from Your signs, You cause the outgoings of morning and evening to sing.
Oni što žive nakraj svijeta boje se znamenja tvojih; dveri jutra i večeri radošću napunjaš.
9 You have inspected the earth, and water it, You make it very rich, the stream of God [is] full of water, You prepare their grain, When thus You prepare it,
Ti pÓohodÄi zemlju i ti je nÓatopÄi, ÓobogatÄi nju veoma. Božja se rijeka vodom napuni, ti pripravi ljudima žito. Ovako pripremi zemlju:
10 Its ridges have been filled, Its furrow has been deepened, You soften it with showers, Its springing up You bless.
brazde joj natopi, grude joj poravna; kišom je omekša, usjeve joj blagoslovi.
11 You have crowned the year of Your goodness, And Your paths drop fatness.
Ti okruni godinu dobrotom svojom, plodnost niče za stopama tvojim.
12 The pastures of a wilderness drop, And You gird the hills with joy.
Pustinjski pašnjaci kaplju od obilja, brežuljci se pašu radošću.
13 The meadows are clothed with the flock, And valleys are covered with grain, They shout—indeed, they sing!
Njive se kite stadima, doline se pokrivaju žitom: svagdje klicanje, pjesma.
