Psalms 92

1 A Psalm. — A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,

Psalm in pesem, v sobote dan. Dobro je slaviti Gospoda, in prepevati tvojemu imenu, o Najvišji!

2 To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.

Oznanjati vsako jutro milost tvojo, in zvestobo tvojo vsako noč;

3 On ten strings and on psaltery, On (higgaion) with harp.

Na desetostrunje in na brenklje, na strune s premišljevanjem.

4 For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.

Ker razveseljuješ me, Gospod, z delom svojim; prepeval bodem o dejanjih tvojih rôk.

5 How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.

Kako velika so dela tvoja, Gospod; silno globoke so misli tvoje!

6 A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; —

Mož neumen ne spozna, in nespameten ne zapazi tega,

7 When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity — For their being destroyed for ever and ever!

Ko poganjajo krivični kakor trava in cvetó vsi, ki delajo krivico, zgodi se, da se pogubé vekomaj.

8 And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.

Ti pa, o Najvišji, si vekomaj.

9 For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.

Ker glej, sovražniki tvoji, Gospod, ker glej, sovražniki tvoji ginejo; razkropé se vsi, ki delajo krivico.

10 And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.

Rog moj pa zvišuješ kakor samorogov, oblivajoč me z oljem prisnim.

11 And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.

To gleda oko moje na zalezovalcih mojih, ušesa moja poslušajo o njih, ki se spenjajo v mé.

12 The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.

Kakor palma bode zelenel pravični, kakor cedra na Libanu bode rasel.

13 Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.

Vsajeni v hiši Gospodovi, v vežah Boga našega bodo poganjali mladike.

14 Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,

V obilosti bodejo živeli še v sivosti, debeli bodejo in zeleneči;

15 To declare that upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!

In oznanjali, da je pravičen Gospod, skala moja, in da ni nobene krivice v njem.