Psalms 81
1 To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." Asaph’s. Shout ye for joy, unto God our strength, Sound the note of triumph, to the God of Jacob;
Radujte se Bogu, koji nam daje krjepost; poklikujte Bogu Jakovljevu.
2 Raise a melody, and strike the timbrel, The lyre so sweet, with the harp:
Podignite pjesme, dajte bubanj, slatke gusle sa psaltirom.
3 Blow, at the new moon, the horn, At the full moon, for the day of our sacred festival:
Trubite o mijeni u trubu, o uštapu radi praznika našega.
4 For, a statute to Israel, it is, A regulation, by the God of Jacob;
Jer je taki zakon u Izrailja, naredba od Boga Jakovljeva.
5 A testimony in Joseph, he appointed it, When he went forth over the land of Egypt: A language I liked not, used I to hear;
Za svjedoèanstvo postavi Josifu ovo, kad iðaše na zemlju Misirsku. Jezik, kojega ne znah, èuh:
6 I took away, from the burden, his shoulder, his hands, from the clay, were set free.
“Uklonio sam ramena njegova od bremena, ruke njegove oprostiše se kotarica.
7 In distress, thou didst cry, and I delivered thee, —I answered thee, within a hiding-place of thunder, I proved thee by the waters of Meribah. (Selah)
U nevolji si me zazvao, i izbavih te, usliših te usred groma, na vodi Merivi iskušah te.
8 Hear, O my people, and I will adjure thee, O Israel, if thou wilt hearken unto me!
Slušaj, narode moj, i zasvjedoèiæu ti, Izrailju, o kad bi me poslušao:
9 There shall not be, within thee, a foreign GOD, —Neither shalt thou bow down to a strange GOD:
Da ne bude u tebe tuðega Boga, i Bogu stranome nemoj se klanjati.
10 I, Yahweh, am thy God, Who brought thee up out of the land of Egypt, —Open wide thy mouth, that I may fill it.
Ja sam Gospod, Bog tvoj, koji sam te izveo iz zemlje Misirske; otvori usta svoja, i ja æu ih napuniti.
11 But my people, hearkened not, unto my voice, Even, Israel, inclined not unto me.
Ali ne posluša narod moj glasa mojega, Izrailj ne mari za me.
12 So then I let them go on in the stubbornness of their own heart, They might walk in their own counsels!
I ja ih pustih na volju srca njihova, neka hode po svojim mislima.
13 If, my people, were hearkening unto me, [If, ] Israel, in my ways, would walk,
O kad bi narod moj slušao mene, i sinovi Izrailjevi hodili putovima mojim!
14 Right soon, their foes, would I subdue, And, against their adversaries, would I turn my hand:
Brzo bih pokorio neprijatelje njihove, i na protivnike njihove digao bih ruku svoju;
15 The haters of Yahweh, should come cringing unto him, Then let their own good time be age-abiding!
Koji mrze na Gospoda, bili bi im pokorni, i dobri dani njihovi bili bi dovijeka;
16 Then would he feed them from the marrow of the wheat, Yea, out of the rock—with honey, would I satisfy thee.
Najboljom bi pšenicom hranio njih, i medom bih iz kamena sitio ih.”
