Psalmi 144
1 Blagosloven Gospod, grad moj, koji uèi ruke moje boju, prste moje ratu,
Blessed be Jehovah, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight,
2 Dobrotvor moj i ograda moja, utoèište moje i izbavitelj moj, štit moj, onaj, u koga se uzdam, koji mi pokorava narod moj.
my loving kindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
3 Gospode! šta je èovjek, te znaš za nj, i sin smrtnoga, te ga paziš?
Jehovah, what is man, that thou take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou make account of him?
4 Èovjek je kao ništa; dani su njegovi kao sjen, koji prolazi.
Man is like vanity. His days are as a shadow that passes away.
5 Gospode! savij nebesa svoja, i siði; dotakni se gora, i zadimiæe se.
Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Sijevni munjom, i razagnaj ih; pusti strijele svoje, i raspi ih.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them. Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Pruži ruku svoju s visine, izbavi me i izvadi me iz vode velike, iz ruku tuðinaca,
Stretch forth thy hand from above. Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of aliens,
8 Kojih usta govore ništave stvari, i kojih je desnica desnica lažna.
whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 Bože! pjesmu novu pjevaæu ti, u psaltir od deset žica udaraæu tebi,
I will sing a new song to thee, O God. Upon a psaltery of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.
10 Koji daješ spasenje carevima, i Davida slugu svojega izbavljaš od ljutoga maèa.
Thou are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Izbavi me i otmi me iz ruke tuðinaca, kojih usta govore ništave stvari, i kojih je desnica desnica lažna.
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaks deceit, and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 Sinovi naši neka budu kao bilje, koje veselo odraste u mladosti; kæeri naše kao stupovi prekrasno izraðeni u dvoru;
That our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, and our daughters as cornerstones hewn according to the fashion of a palace,
13 Žitnice naše pune, obilne svakim žitom; ovce naše nek se množe na tisuæe i na sto tisuæa po stanovima našim.
our garners are full, affording all manner of store, our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields,
14 Volovi naši neka budu tovni; neka ne bude napadanja, ni bježanja, ni tužnjave po ulicama našim.
our oxen are well laden, no breaking in, and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets,
15 Blago narodu, u kojega je sve ovako! Blago narodu, u kojega je Gospod Bog!
blessed are the people who are in such a case. Blessed are the people whose God is Jehovah.
