< Psalmi 81 >

1 Radujte se Bogu, koji nam daje krjepost; poklikujte Bogu Jakovljevu.
To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." Asaph’s. Shout ye for joy, unto God our strength, Sound the note of triumph, to the God of Jacob;
2 Podignite pjesme, dajte bubanj, slatke gusle sa psaltirom.
Raise a melody, and strike the timbrel, The lyre so sweet, with the harp:
3 Trubite o mijeni u trubu, o uštapu radi praznika našega.
Blow, at the new moon, the horn, At the full moon, for the day of our sacred festival:
4 Jer je taki zakon u Izrailja, naredba od Boga Jakovljeva.
For, a statute to Israel, it is, A regulation, by the God of Jacob;
5 Za svjedoèanstvo postavi Josifu ovo, kad iðaše na zemlju Misirsku. Jezik, kojega ne znah, èuh:
A testimony in Joseph, he appointed it, When he went forth over the land of Egypt: A language I liked not, used I to hear;
6 “Uklonio sam ramena njegova od bremena, ruke njegove oprostiše se kotarica.
I took away, from the burden, his shoulder, his hands, from the clay, were set free.
7 U nevolji si me zazvao, i izbavih te, usliših te usred groma, na vodi Merivi iskušah te.
In distress, thou didst cry, and I delivered thee, —I answered thee, within a hiding-place of thunder, I proved thee by the waters of Meribah. (Selah)
8 Slušaj, narode moj, i zasvjedoèiæu ti, Izrailju, o kad bi me poslušao:
Hear, O my people, and I will adjure thee, O Israel, if thou wilt hearken unto me!
9 Da ne bude u tebe tuðega Boga, i Bogu stranome nemoj se klanjati.
There shall not be, within thee, a foreign GOD, —Neither shalt thou bow down to a strange GOD:
10 Ja sam Gospod, Bog tvoj, koji sam te izveo iz zemlje Misirske; otvori usta svoja, i ja æu ih napuniti.
I, Yahweh, am thy God, Who brought thee up out of the land of Egypt, —Open wide thy mouth, that I may fill it.
11 Ali ne posluša narod moj glasa mojega, Izrailj ne mari za me.
But my people, hearkened not, unto my voice, Even, Israel, inclined not unto me.
12 I ja ih pustih na volju srca njihova, neka hode po svojim mislima.
So then I let them go on in the stubbornness of their own heart, They might walk in their own counsels!
13 O kad bi narod moj slušao mene, i sinovi Izrailjevi hodili putovima mojim!
If, my people, were hearkening unto me, [If, ] Israel, in my ways, would walk,
14 Brzo bih pokorio neprijatelje njihove, i na protivnike njihove digao bih ruku svoju;
Right soon, their foes, would I subdue, And, against their adversaries, would I turn my hand:
15 Koji mrze na Gospoda, bili bi im pokorni, i dobri dani njihovi bili bi dovijeka;
The haters of Yahweh, should come cringing unto him, Then let their own good time be age-abiding!
16 Najboljom bi pšenicom hranio njih, i medom bih iz kamena sitio ih.”
Then would he feed them from the marrow of the wheat, Yea, out of the rock—with honey, would I satisfy thee.

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