Psalmi 21

1 Gospode! s tvoje se sile veseli car; i kako mu je velika radost što ti pomažeš!

“For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.” The king rejoiceth in thy strength, O LORD! Yea, he doth greatly exult in thy protection.

2 Što mu je srce željelo, dao si mu, i molitve usta njegovijeh nijesi odbio.

Thou hast given him his heart's desire, And hast not denied him the request of his lips. (Pause)

3 Jer si ga doèekao blagoslovima milosnim, metnuo si mu na glavu vijenac od dragoga kamenja.

Yea, thou hast met him with rich blessings, Thou hast placed a crown of pure gold upon his head.

4 Molio te je za život i dao si mu da mu se produlje dani dovijeka.

He asked life of thee; thou gavest it him; Even long life, enduring for ever.

5 Velika je slava njegova tvojom pomoæu; slavu si i krasotu metnuo na nj.

Great is his glory through thine aid; Honor and majesty hast thou laid upon him.

6 Dao si mu blagoslove dovijeka, razveselio si ga radošæu lica svojega.

Thou hast made him blessed for evermore; Thou hast made him glad with the joy of thy countenance.

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 goodness of the Most High he shall never fall.

8 Naæi æe ruka tvoja sve neprijatelje tvoje, naæi æe desnica tvoja one koji mrze na tebe.

Thy hand shall overtake all thine enemies; Thy right hand shall overtake them that hate thee.

9 Uèiniæeš ih kao peæ zažarenu, kad se razgnjeviš; gnjev æe ih Gospodnji progutati, i oganj æe ih proždrijeti.

Thou wilt make them like a burning oven in the time of thine anger; Jehovah shall swallow them up in his wrath, And the fire shall devour them.

10 Rod njihov istrijebiæeš sa zemlje, i sjeme njihovo izmeðu sinova èovjeèijih;

Their offspring shalt thou destroy from the earth, And their posterity from the sons of men.

11 Jer podigoše na tebe zlo, smisliše i ne mogoše izvršiti.

For they spread a net of mischief against thee; They devised plots against thee, but they did not prevail.

12 Jer æeš ih metnuti za biljegu, iz lukova svojijeh pustiæeš strijele u lice njihovo.

Therefore thou wilt cause them to turn their backs; Thou wilt make ready thine arrows upon the strings against them.

13 Podigni se, Gospode, silom svojom; mi æemo pjevati i slaviti jakost tvoju.

Exalt thyself, O LORD! by thy strength! So will we sing, and praise thy mighty deeds.