Psalmi 144
1 Blagoslovljen bodi Gospod, moja moč, ki uči moje roke za vojno in moje prste za boj,
[A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, [And] my fingers to fight:
2 moja dobrota in moja trdnjava, moj visoki stolp in moj osvoboditelj, moj ščit in tisti, v katerega zaupam, ki moje ljudstvo podjarmlja pod mene.
My lovingkindness, and my fortress, My high tower, and my deliverer; My shield, and he in whom I take refuge; Who subdueth my people under me.
3 Gospod, kaj je človek, da ti jemlješ spoznanje o njem! Ali človeški sin, da delaš obračun o njem!
Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
4 Človek je podoben ničevosti, njegovi dnevi so kakor senca, ki mineva.
Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Upogni svoje nebo, oh Gospod in pridi dol, dotakni se gora in se bodo kadile.
Bow thy heavens, O Jehovah, and come down: Touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Vrzi bliskanje in jih razkropi; izstreli svoje puščice in jih uniči.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; Send out thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Pošlji svojo roko od zgoraj, odstrani me in osvobodi me iz velikih vodá, pred roko tujih otrok,
Stretch forth thy hand from above; Rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens;
8 čigar usta govorijo prazne reči in je njihova desnica desnica neresnice.
Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 Zapel ti bom novo pesem, oh Bog, na plunko in glasbilo desetih strun ti bom prepeval hvalnice.
I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: Upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10 On je, ki kraljem daje rešitev duš, ki osvobaja Davida, svojega služabnika, pred škodljivim mečem.
Thou art he that giveth salvation unto kings; Who rescueth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Reši me in osvobodi me pred roko tujih otrok, katerih usta govorijo prazne reči in je njihova desnica desnica neresnice,
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaketh deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 da bodo naši sinovi lahko kakor sadike odrasle v svoji mladosti, da bodo naše hčere kakor vogalni kamni, pološčeni po podobnosti palače,
When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;
13 da bodo naše kašče lahko polne, nudeč vse vrste zalog, da lahko naše ovce na naših ulicah skotijo tisoče in deset tisoče,
[When] our garners are full, affording all manner of store, [And] our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
14 da bodo naši voli lahko močni za delo, da ne bo vloma niti izginjanja, da na naših ulicah ne bo pritoževanja.
[When] our oxen are well laden; [When there is] no breaking in, and no going forth, And no outcry in our streets:
15 Srečno je tisto ljudstvo, ki je v takšni zadevi, da, srečno je tisto ljudstvo, čigar Bog je Gospod.
Happy is the people that is in such a case; [Yea], happy is the people whose God is Jehovah.
