Psalmi 64

1 Èuj, Bože, glas moj u jadu mom; od strašnoga neprijatelja saèuvaj život moj.

To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. Hear, O God, my voice when I complain, From dread peril by the foe, wilt thou guard my life.

2 Sakrij me od gomile bezakonika, od èete zloèinaca,

Wilt thou hide me, From the conclave of evil-doers, From the crowd of workers of iniquity.

3 Koji naoštriše jezik svoj kao maè, strijeljaju rijeèima, koje zadaju rane,

Who have sharpened, like a sword, their tongue, Have made ready their arrow—a bitter word;

4 Da bi iz potaje ubili pravoga. Iznenada udaraju na nj i ne boje se;

To shoot, in secret places, at the blameless one, Suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.

5 Utvrðuju sebe u zlijem namjerama, dogovaraju se kako æe zamke sakriti, vele: ko æe ih vidjeti?

They strengthen for them a wicked word, They talk of hiding snares, They have said, Who can see them?

6 Izmišljaju zloèinstva i govore: svršeno je! šta æe se raditi, smišljeno je! A što je unutra i srce u èovjeka duboko je.

They devise perverse things, They have completed the device well devised, Both the intent of each one, and the mind, are unsearchable.

7 Ali æe ih Bog poraziti; udariæe ih strijela iznenada.

Once let God have shot at them an arrow, Suddenly have appeared their own wounds!

8 Oboriæe jedan drugoga jezikom svojim. Ko ih god vidi, bježaæe od njih.

When they were to have ruined another, their tongue smote themselves, All who observe them take flight.

9 Svi æe se ljudi bojati i kazivaæe èudo Božije, i poznaæe u tome djelo njegovo.

Therefore have all men feared, —And have told the doing of God, And, his work, have considered.

10 A pravednik æe se veseliti o Gospodu i uzdaæe se u njega, i hvaliæe se svi koji su prava srca.

The righteous man shall rejoice in Yahweh, and seek refuge in him, Then shall glory—all who are upright in heart.