Psalms 65
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David—a song. Thine, are silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, —And, to thee, shall be paid the vow.
Načelniku godbe, psalm Davidov, pesem. Tebi gré gotova hvala, o Bog, ki si na Sijonu, in tebi je opravljati obljubo.
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
O ki slušaš molitev, noter do tebe pride vse meso.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
Premagale so me bile hudobije, grehe naše tí opiraš.
4 How happy the man thou shalt choose and bring near! He shall abide in thy courts, —We shall be satisfied with, The blessing of thy house, The holiness of thy temple.
Blagor mu, kogar izvoliš in pripuščaš, da bode prebival v vežah tvojih: sitimo se z dobroto hiše tvoje, sè svetimi rečmi tvojega svetišča.
5 By things reverend in righteousness, wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the sea far away;
Čestitljive reči nam govoriš v pravici, o Bog blaginje naše; zaupanje vseh dalnjih pokrajin zemlje in morja.
6 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
Gore utrjuješ v kreposti svoji, z močjo opasan.
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
Šum morja strahuješ, šum vodá njegovih, in narodov hrup;
8 Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for joy.
Ki delaš, da prepevajo jutranje vzhode in večerne prebivalci pokrajin, boječ se znamenj tvojih.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it—The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou prepare it:
Obiskuješ to zemljo in je želiš, močno jo bogatiš; s potokom Božjim polnim vodé; pripravljaš njih žito, ko si jo tako obdelal.
10 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
Razore njene namakaš, brazde njene poravnavaš; z deževjem jo raztapljaš, kal njeno blagoslavljaš.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
Venčaš dobrote svoje leto, in sledovi tvoji kapljajo maščobo.
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
Kapljajo v ograje puščave in z radostjo se ogrinjajo griči.
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
Pašniki se odevajo s čedami, in doline se pokrivajo s pšenico; ukajoč delajo in tudi pojó.
