Psalmi 21
1 Gospode! s tvoje se sile veseli car; i kako mu je velika radost što ti pomažeš!
“To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” O Lord, because of thy strength will the king rejoice; and through thy salvation how greatly will he be glad!
2 Što mu je srce željelo, dao si mu, i molitve usta njegovijeh nijesi odbio.
The longing of his heart hast thou given him, and the request of his lips hast thou not withholden. (Selah)
3 Jer si ga doèekao blagoslovima milosnim, metnuo si mu na glavu vijenac od dragoga kamenja.
For thou meetest him unasked with the blessings of happiness: thou settest on his head a crown of pure gold.
4 Molio te je za život i dao si mu da mu se produlje dani dovijeka.
Life hath he asked of thee, thou gavest it to him, length of days for ever and ever.
5 Velika je slava njegova tvojom pomoæu; slavu si i krasotu metnuo na nj.
Great is his honor through thy help: glory and majesty thou layest upon him.
6 Dao si mu blagoslove dovijeka, razveselio si ga radošæu lica svojega.
For thou appointest him to be a blessing for ever: thou makest him glad with joy from thy presence.
7 Jer se car uzda u Gospoda i u milost višnjega; i ne koleba se.
For the king trusteth in the Lord; and through the kindness of the Most High shall he not be moved.
8 Naæi æe ruka tvoja sve neprijatelje tvoje, naæi æe desnica tvoja one koji mrze na tebe.
Thy hand will reach all thy enemies: thy right hand will reach those that hate thee.
9 Uèiniæeš ih kao peæ zažarenu, kad se razgnjeviš; gnjev æe ih Gospodnji progutati, i oganj æe ih proždrijeti.
Thou wilt render them as a fiery oven at the time of thy anger: the Lord in his wrath will destroy them, and a fire will devour them.
10 Rod njihov istrijebiæeš sa zemlje, i sjeme njihovo izmeðu sinova èovjeèijih;
Their fruit wilt thou cause to perish from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.
11 Jer podigoše na tebe zlo, smisliše i ne mogoše izvršiti.
For they directed against thee evil: they devised a mischievous purpose, which they were not able to perform.
12 Jer æeš ih metnuti za biljegu, iz lukova svojijeh pustiæeš strijele u lice njihovo.
For thou wilt make them turn their back; upon thy bow-strings thou wilt make ready [thy arrows] against their face.
13 Podigni se, Gospode, silom svojom; mi æemo pjevati i slaviti jakost tvoju.
Exalt thyself, O Lord, in thy strength; [and] we will sing and praise thy power.
