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.
U tebi je uzdanje, Bože, tebi pripada hvala na Sionu, i tebi se izvršuju zavjeti.
2 Hearer of prayer, all flesh comes to You.
Ti slušaš molitvu; k tebi dolazi svako tijelo.
3 Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions—You cover them.
Bezakonja me pritiskuju, ti æeš oèistiti grijehe naše.
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.
Blago onome koga izbiraš i primaš, da živi u dvoru tvom! Nasitiæemo se dobrom doma tvojega, svetinjom crkve tvoje.
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.
Divno nam odgovaraš po pravdi svojoj, Bože, spasitelju naš, uzdanico svijeh krajeva zemaljskih, i naroda preko mora daleko.
6 Establishing mountains by His power, He has been girded with might,
Koji si postavio gore svojom silom, opasao se jaèinom,
7 Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
Koji utišavaš huku morsku, huku vala njihovijeh i bunu po narodima!
8 And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts Are afraid from Your signs, You cause the outgoings of morning and evening to sing.
Boje se tvojih èudesa koji žive na krajevima zemaljskim; sve što se javlja jutrom i veèerom ti budiš da slavi tebe.
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,
Nadgledaš zemlju i zalivaš je, obilno je obogaæavaš; potok je Božji pun vode, spremaš za njih žito, jer si tako uredio.
10 Its ridges have been filled, Its furrow has been deepened, You soften it with showers, Its springing up You bless.
Brazde njezine napajaš, ravniš grude njezine, kišnim kapljama razmekšavaš je, blagosiljaš je da raða.
11 You have crowned the year of Your goodness, And Your paths drop fatness.
Ti vjenèavaš godinu, kojoj dobro èiniš; stope su tvoje pune masti.
12 The pastures of a wilderness drop, And You gird the hills with joy.
Tiju paše po pustinjama, i humovi se opasuju radošæu.
13 The meadows are clothed with the flock, And valleys are covered with grain, They shout—indeed, they sing!
Luke se osipaju stadima, i polja se zaodijevaju pšenicom; vesele se i pjevaju.
