Psalmi 21
1 Gospode! s tvoje se sile veseli car; i kako mu je velika radost što ti pomažeš!
To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
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 withheld. (Selah)
3 Jer si ga doèekao blagoslovima milosnim, metnuo si mu na glavu vijenac od dragoga kamenja.
For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set 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, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
5 Velika je slava njegova tvojom pomoæu; slavu si i krasotu metnuo na nj.
Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
6 Dao si mu blagoslove dovijeka, razveselio si ga radošæu lica svojega.
For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
7 Jer se car uzda u Gospoda i u milost višnjega; i ne koleba se.
For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
8 Naæi æe ruka tvoja sve neprijatelje tvoje, naæi æe desnica tvoja one koji mrze na tebe.
Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who 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 furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:
10 Rod njihov istrijebiæeš sa zemlje, i sjeme njihovo izmeðu sinova èovjeèijih;
Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
11 Jer podigoše na tebe zlo, smisliše i ne mogoše izvršiti.
For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
12 Jer æeš ih metnuti za biljegu, iz lukova svojijeh pustiæeš strijele u lice njihovo.
For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
13 Podigni se, Gospode, silom svojom; mi æemo pjevati i slaviti jakost tvoju.
Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
