< Psalmi 60 >

1 Bože, rasrdio si se na nas, rasuo si nas, gnjevio si se; povrati nas.
To the Chief Musician. Upon "The Lily of Testimony." A precious Psalm of David, to instruct. When he waged war with Aram-neharaim, and with Aram-zobah, —and then Joab returned and smote of Edom in the Valley of Salt, twelve thousand. O God, thou hast rejected us—hast scattered us, Thou hast been angry, Wilt thou restore us?
2 Zatresao si zemlju, i razvalio si je; stegni rasjeline njezine, jer se njiha.
Thou hast shaken the land—hast rent it, Heal thou the fractures thereof—for it hath tottered:
3 Dao si narodu svojemu da pozna ljutu nevolju, napojio si nas vina od kojega se zanesosmo.
Thou hast suffered thy people to see hardship, Thou hast let them drink the wine of confusion.
4 Podigni zastavu za one koji te se boje, da uteku od luka,
Thou hadst given—to them that revere thee—a banner, to float aloft, Because of [thy] faithfulness. (Selah)
5 Da se izbave mili tvoji. Pomozi desnicom svojom i usliši me.
That thy beloved ones may be delivered, Save thou with thine own right hand—and answer us.
6 Bog reèe u svetinji svojoj: veseliæu se, razdijeliæu Sihem, i dolinu Sokot razmjeriæu.
God, hath spoken in his holiness—I will exult! I will apportion Shechem, And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;
7 Moj je Galad, moj je Manasija, Jefrem je krjepost glave moje, Juda skiptar moj,
Mine, is Gilead—and mine, Manasseh, But, Ephraim, is the defence, of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;
8 Moav èaša moja, iz koje se umivam, na Edoma pružiæu obuæu svoju. Pjevaj mi, Filistejska zemljo!
Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia! raise shout of triumph.
9 Ko æe me odvesti u tvrdi grad? Ko æe me otpratiti do Edoma?
Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom!
10 Zar neæeš ti, Bože, koji si nas odbacio, i ne ideš, Bože, s vojskom našom?
Is it not, thou, O God?—thou hast rejected us! And wilt thou not go forth, O God, with our hosts?
11 Daj nam pomoæ u tjeskobi. A obrana je èovjeèija uzalud.
Grant us help out of distress, For, vain, is the deliverance of man:
12 Bogom smo jaki; on gazi neprijatelje naše.
In God, we shall do valiantly, He himself, therefore, will tread down our adversaries.

< Psalmi 60 >