Psalms 5
1 To the Chief Musician. For the Flutes. A Melody of David. To my words, give ear, O Yahweh, Understand thou my softly murmured prayer:
Načelniku godbe na piščali; psalm Davidov. Besede moje čuj, Gospod; ozri se na premišljevanje moje.
2 Attend to the voice of my cry, my King and my God, for, unto thee, do I pray.
Poslušaj vpitja mojega glas, kralj moj in Bog moj: ker pri tebi imam molitev.
3 O Yahweh! in the morning, shalt thou hear my voice, In the morning, will I set in order unto thee, and keep watch;
Gospod, zgodaj bodeš slišal glas moj; zgodaj bodem govoril pred teboj in čakal.
4 For, not a GOD finding pleasure in lawlessness, art thou, and wrong can be no guest of thine:
Ker ti nisi Bog mogočni, kateri bi se radoval krivice; pred teboj ne bode prebivalo hudo.
5 Boasters, shall not station themselves, before thine eyes, —Thou hatest all workers of iniquity:
Blazni ne stopajo ti pred óči; sovražiš vse, kateri delajo krivico.
6 Thou wilt destroy them who speak falsehood, —The man of bloodshed and of deceit, Yahweh abhorreth.
Pogubiti hočeš nje, ki laž govoré; moža krvoželjnega in zvijačnega studi Gospod.
7 But, I, in the abounding of thy lovingkindness, will enter thy house, I will bow down towards thy holy temple, in reverence of thee:
Jaz pa vnidem obdan z obilnostjo milosti tvoje v hišo tvojo; priklonim se proti hramu svetosti tvoje v svetem strahu tvojem.
8 O Yahweh! lead me in thy righteousness, because of mine adversaries, Make even, before me, thy way:
Gospod, spremljaj me v pravici svoji zavoljo zalezovalcev mojih; pot svojo ugladi pred menoj.
9 For in his mouth is nothing worthy of trust, Their inward purpose, is engulphing ruin, —An opened sepulchre, is their throat, With their tongue, speak they smooth things.
Ker v ustih njihovih ni pravice; notranjost njih: nadloge, grob odprt njih grlo; z jezikom svojim se dobrikajo zvijačno.
10 Declare them guilty, O God, Let them fall by their own counsels, —Into the throng of their own transgressions, thrust them down, For they have rebelled against thee: —
Pokôri jih, o Bog; izpodleté naj v naklepih svojih; pahni jih dol po obilosti njih pregréh, ker upirajo se zoper tebe.
11 That all may rejoice who seek refuge in thee, to times age-abiding, may shout in triumph, that thou wilt protect them, and they may leap for joy in thee who are lovers of thy Name.
In veselili se bodo vsi, kateri pribegajo k tebi; na veke bodo prepevali, katerim bodeš bramba, in radovali se bodo v tebi ljubitelji tvojega imena.
12 For, thou, wilt bless the righteous man, O Yahweh, As with an all-covering shield—with good pleasure, wilt thou encompass him.
Ker ti blagoslavljaš pravičnega, Gospod, delaš, da ga milost krije kakor ščit.
