< Psalms 92 >

1 A PSALM. A SONG FOR THE SABBATH DAY. [It is] good to give thanks to YHWH, And to sing praises to Your Name, O Most High,
Psalm in pesem, v sobote dan. Dobro je slaviti Gospoda, in prepevati tvojemu imenu, o Najvišji!
2 To declare Your kindness in the morning, And Your faithfulness in the nights.
Oznanjati vsako jutro milost tvojo, in zvestobo tvojo vsako noč;
3 On ten strings and on stringed instrument, On (higgaion) with harp.
Na desetostrunje in na brenklje, na strune s premišljevanjem.
4 For You have caused me to rejoice, O YHWH, in Your work, I sing concerning the works of Your hands.
Ker razveseljuješ me, Gospod, z delom svojim; prepeval bodem o dejanjih tvojih rôk.
5 How great Your works have been, O YHWH, Your thoughts have been very deep.
Kako velika so dela tvoja, Gospod; silno globoke so misli tvoje!
6 A brutish man does not know, And a fool does not understand this—
Mož neumen ne spozna, in nespameten ne zapazi tega,
7 When the wicked flourish as an herb, And all workers of iniquity blossom—For their being destroyed forever and ever!
Ko poganjajo krivični kakor trava in cvetó vsi, ki delajo krivico, zgodi se, da se pogubé vekomaj.
8 And You [are] high for all time, O YHWH.
Ti pa, o Najvišji, si vekomaj.
9 For behold, Your enemies, O YHWH, For behold, Your enemies perish, All workers of iniquity separate themselves.
Ker glej, sovražniki tvoji, Gospod, ker glej, sovražniki tvoji ginejo; razkropé se vsi, ki delajo krivico.
10 And You exalt my horn as a wild ox, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
Rog moj pa zvišuješ kakor samorogov, oblivajoč me z oljem prisnim.
11 And my eye looks on my enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evildoers, my ears hear.
To gleda oko moje na zalezovalcih mojih, ušesa moja poslušajo o njih, ki se spenjajo v mé.
12 The righteous flourish as a palm-tree, He grows as a cedar in Lebanon.
Kakor palma bode zelenel pravični, kakor cedra na Libanu bode rasel.
13 Those planted in the house of YHWH, In the courts of our God, flourish.
Vsajeni v hiši Gospodovi, v vežah Boga našega bodo poganjali mladike.
14 Still they bring forth in old age, They are fat and flourishing,
V obilosti bodejo živeli še v sivosti, debeli bodejo in zeleneči;
15 To declare that YHWH my Rock [is] upright, And there is no perverseness in Him!
In oznanjali, da je pravičen Gospod, skala moja, in da ni nobene krivice v njem.

< Psalms 92 >