Psalms 81
1 To the Overseer. — 'On the Gittith.' By Asaph. Cry aloud to God our strength, Shout to the God of Jacob.
Radujte se Bogu, koji nam daje krjepost; poklikujte Bogu Jakovljevu.
2 Lift up a song, and give out a timbrel, A pleasant harp with psaltery.
Podignite pjesme, dajte bubanj, slatke gusle sa psaltirom.
3 Blow in the month a trumpet, In the new moon, at the day of our festival,
Trubite o mijeni u trubu, o uštapu radi praznika našega.
4 For a statute to Israel it [is], An ordinance of the God of Jacob.
Jer je taki zakon u Izrailja, naredba od Boga Jakovljeva.
5 A testimony on Joseph He hath placed it, In his going forth over the land of Egypt. A lip, I have not known — I hear.
Za svjedoèanstvo postavi Josifu ovo, kad iðaše na zemlju Misirsku. Jezik, kojega ne znah, èuh:
6 From the burden his shoulder I turned aside, His hands from the basket pass over.
“Uklonio sam ramena njegova od bremena, ruke njegove oprostiše se kotarica.
7 In distress thou hast called and I deliver thee, I answer thee in the secret place of thunder, I try 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 testify to thee, O Israel, if thou dost hearken to me:
Slušaj, narode moj, i zasvjedoèiæu ti, Izrailju, o kad bi me poslušao:
9 There is not in thee a strange god, And thou bowest not thyself to a strange god.
Da ne bude u tebe tuðega Boga, i Bogu stranome nemoj se klanjati.
10 I [am] Jehovah thy God, Who bringeth thee up out of the land of Egypt. Enlarge thy mouth, and I 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 to My voice, And Israel hath not consented to Me.
Ali ne posluša narod moj glasa mojega, Izrailj ne mari za me.
12 And I send them away in the enmity of their heart, They walk in their own counsels.
I ja ih pustih na volju srca njihova, neka hode po svojim mislima.
13 O that My people were hearkening to Me, Israel in My ways would walk.
O kad bi narod moj slušao mene, i sinovi Izrailjevi hodili putovima mojim!
14 As a little thing their enemies I cause to bow, And against their adversaries I turn back My hand,
Brzo bih pokorio neprijatelje njihove, i na protivnike njihove digao bih ruku svoju;
15 Those hating Jehovah feign obedience to Him, But their time is — to the age.
Koji mrze na Gospoda, bili bi im pokorni, i dobri dani njihovi bili bi dovijeka;
16 He causeth him to eat of the fat of wheat, And [with] honey from a rock I satisfy thee!
Najboljom bi pšenicom hranio njih, i medom bih iz kamena sitio ih.”
