Psalmi 144
1 Blagosloven Gospod, grad moj, koji uèi ruke moje boju, prste moje ratu,
A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
2 Dobrotvor moj i ograda moja, utoèište moje i izbavitelj moj, štit moj, onaj, u koga se uzdam, koji mi pokorava narod moj.
He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.
3 Gospode! šta je èovjek, te znaš za nj, i sin smrtnoga, te ga paziš?
Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
4 Èovjek je kao ništa; dani su njegovi kao sjen, koji prolazi.
Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
5 Gospode! savij nebesa svoja, i siði; dotakni se gora, i zadimiæe se.
Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
6 Sijevni munjom, i razagnaj ih; pusti strijele svoje, i raspi ih.
Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
7 Pruži ruku svoju s visine, izbavi me i izvadi me iz vode velike, iz ruku tuðinaca,
Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
8 Kojih usta govore ništave stvari, i kojih je desnica desnica lažna.
Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 Bože! pjesmu novu pjevaæu ti, u psaltir od deset žica udaraæu tebi,
I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
10 Koji daješ spasenje carevima, i Davida slugu svojega izbavljaš od ljutoga maèa.
It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
11 Izbavi me i otmi me iz ruke tuðinaca, kojih usta govore ništave stvari, i kojih je desnica desnica lažna.
Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:
12 Sinovi naši neka budu kao bilje, koje veselo odraste u mladosti; kæeri naše kao stupovi prekrasno izraðeni u dvoru;
That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:
13 Žitnice naše pune, obilne svakim žitom; ovce naše nek se množe na tisuæe i na sto tisuæa po stanovima našim.
That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:
14 Volovi naši neka budu tovni; neka ne bude napadanja, ni bježanja, ni tužnjave po ulicama našim.
That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
15 Blago narodu, u kojega je sve ovako! Blago narodu, u kojega je Gospod Bog!
Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
