Psalmi 144
1 Davidov. Blagoslovljen Jahve, hridina moja: ruke mi uči boju a prste ratu.
Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
2 On je ljubav moja i tvrđava moja, zaštita moja, izbavitelj moj, štit moj za koji se sklanjam; on mi narode stavlja pod noge!
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdues my people under me.
3 Što je čovjek, o Jahve, da ga poznaješ, što li čedo ljudsko da ga se spominješ?
LORD, what is man, that you take knowledge of him! or the son of man, that you make account of him!
4 Poput daška je čovjek, dani njegovi kao sjena nestaju.
Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
5 Jahve, nagni svoja nebesa i siđi, takni bregove: i zadimit će se!
Bow your heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Sijevni munjom i rasprši dušmane, odapni strijele i rasprši ih!
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out your arrows, and destroy them.
7 Ruku pruži iz visina, istrgni me i spasi iz voda beskrajnih, iz šaka sinova tuđinskih:
Send your hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 laži govore usta njihova, a desnica krivo priseže.
Whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 Pjevat ću ti, Bože, pjesmu novu, na harfi od deset žica svirat ću.
I will sing a new song to you, O God: on a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises to you.
10 Ti daješ pobjedu kraljevima, koji si spasio Davida, slugu svojega. Od pogubna mača
It is he that gives salvation to kings: who delivers David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 spasi mene, oslobodi me iz ruke tuđinske; laži govore usta njihova, a desnica krivo priseže.
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
12 Daj da nam sinovi budu kao biljke što rastu od mladosti svoje; a kćeri naše kao stupovi ugaoni, krasne poput hramskog stupovlja;
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
13 da nam žitnice budu pune svakog obilja, s plodovima svakojakim u izobilju;
That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
14 ovce naše plodile se na tisuće, plodile se beskrajno na našim poljima; stoka naša neka bude tovna! U zidinama nam ne bilo proboja ni ropstva ni plača na ulicama našim!
That our oxen may be strong to labor; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
15 Blago narodu kojem je tako, blago narodu kojem je Jahve Bog!
Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yes, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
