Psalms 21
1 To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. Jehovah, in Thy strength is the king joyful, In Thy salvation how greatly he rejoiceth.
Načelniku godbe; psalm Davidov. Gospod, moči tvoje veseli se kralj, in blaginje tvoje kako se silno raduje!
2 The desire of his heart Thou gavest to him, And the request of his lips Thou hast not withheld. (Selah)
Željo srca njegovega mu daješ, in kar so ustne njegove govorile, ne odrékaš.
3 For Thou puttest before him blessings of goodness, Thou settest on his head a crown of fine gold.
Dà, prehitevaš ga z blagodari, na glavo njegovo pokladaš venec iz zlata prečistega.
4 Life he hath asked from Thee, Thou hast given to him — length of days, Age-during — and for ever.
Življenja te je prosil, dal si mu; tudi dnî dolgost na vedno večne čase.
5 Great [is] his honour in Thy salvation, Honour and majesty Thou placest on him.
Velika je slava njegova po blaginji tvoji; díko in veličastvo si položil nanj.
6 For Thou makest him blessings for ever, Thou dost cause him to rejoice with joy, By Thy countenance.
Ker pripravil si mu blagoslove na vekomaj; razjasnil ga z radostjo od svojega obličja.
7 For the king is trusting in Jehovah, And in the kindness of the Most High He is not moved.
Ker kralj sam upa v Gospoda; zato v zaupanji na milost Najvišjega ne omahne.
8 Thy hand cometh to all Thine enemies, Thy right hand doth find Thy haters.
Z roko svojo dosežeš vse neprijatelje svoje; z desnico svojo dosežeš vse svoje sovražnike.
9 Thou makest them as a furnace of fire, At the time of Thy presence. Jehovah in His anger doth swallow them, And fire doth devour them.
Narediš, da so kakor peč ognjena ob času srditega obličja tvojega; Gospod jih pogoltne v jezi svoji, kakor da jih ogenj uniči.
10 Their fruit from earth Thou destroyest, And their seed from the sons of men.
Sad njih pokončaš sè zemlje, in njih seme izmed sinov človeških.
11 For they stretched out against Thee evil, They devised a wicked device, they prevail not,
Ker nameravali so ti hudo; izmišljali so naklep: ne morejo!
12 For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.
Ker staviš jih kakor gomilo; na strune svoje pokladaš pušice ter jih streljaš proti njih obličjem.
13 Be Thou exalted, O Jehovah in, Thy strength, We sing and we praise Thy might!
Dvigni se, Gospod, v moči svoji; pojmo in prepevajmo o hrabrosti tvoji.
