Psalms 3
1 A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
Gospode! kako je mnogo neprijatelja mojih! Mnogi ustaju na me.
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Mnogi govore za dušu moju: nema mu pomoæi od Boga.
3 But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Ali ti si, Gospode, štit koji me zaklanja, slava moja; ti podižeš glavu moju.
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
Glasom svojim vièem ka Gospodu, i èuje me sa svete gore svoje.
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
Ja liježem, spavam i ustajem, jer me Gospod èuva.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
Ne bojim se mnogo tisuæa naroda što sa svijeh strana navaljuje na me.
7 Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
Ustani, Gospode! pomozi mi, Bože moj! jer ti udaraš po obrazu sve neprijatelje moje; razbijaš zube bezbožnicima.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Od Gospoda je spasenje; neka bude na narodu tvom blagoslov tvoj!
