Psalms 51
1 For the leader. A psalm of David, when Nathan the prophet come to him after he had been with Bathsheba. In your kindness, O God, be gracious to me, in your own great pity blot out my transgressions.
Smiluj se na me, Bože, po milosti svojoj, i po velikoj dobroti svojoj oèisti bezakonje moje.
2 Wash me clean of my guilt, make me pure of my sin.
Operi me dobro od bezakonja mojega, i od grijeha mojega oèisti me.
3 For well I know my transgressions, my sin is ever before me.
Jer ja znam prijestupe svoje, i grijeh je moj jednako preda mnom.
4 Against you, only you, have I sinned, and done that which is wrong in your sight: you therefore are just when you speak, and clear when you utter judgment.
Samome tebi zgriješih, i na tvoje oèi zlo uèinih, a ti si pravedan u rijeèima svojim i èist u sudu svojem.
5 See! In guilt was I brought to the birth, and in sin did my mother conceive me.
Gle, u bezakonju rodih se, i u grijehu zatrudnje mati moja mnom.
6 It’s the innermost truth you desire, give me therefore true wisdom of heart.
Gle, istinu ljubiš u srcu, i iznutra javljaš mi mudrost.
7 Purge me clean with hyssop, wash me whiter than snow.
Pokropi me isopom, i oèistiæu se; umij me, i biæu bjelji od snijega.
8 Fill me with joy and gladness, let the bones you have broken rejoice.
Daj mi da slušam radost i veselje, da se prenu kosti koje si potro.
9 Hide your face from my sins, and blot out my guilt altogether.
Odvrati lice svoje od grijeha mojih, i sva bezakonja moja oèisti.
10 Create me a clean heart, O God, put a new steadfast spirit within me.
Uèini mi, Bože, èisto srce, i duh prav ponovi u meni.
11 Cast me not forth from your presence, withdraw not your holy spirit.
Nemoj me odvrgnuti od lica svojega, i svetoga duha svojega nemoj uzeti od mene.
12 Give me back the joy of your help, with a willing spirit sustain me.
Vrati mi radost spasenja svojega, i duh vladalaèki neka me potkrijepi.
13 I will teach your ways to transgressors, and sinners shall turn to you.
Nauèiæu bezakonike putovima tvojim, i grješnici k tebi æe se obratiti.
14 Save me from blood, O God, and my tongue shall ring out your faithfulness.
Izbavi me od krvi, Bože, Bože, spasitelju moj, i jezik æe moj glasiti pravdu tvoju.
15 Open my lips, O Lord, and my mouth shall declare your praise.
Gospode! otvori usta moja, i ona æe kazati hvalu tvoju.
16 For in sacrifice you have no pleasure, in gifts of burnt-offering no delight.
Jer žrtve neæeš: ja bih je prinio; za žrtve paljenice ne mariš.
17 The sacrifice pleasing to God is a spirit that is broken; a heart that is crushed, O God, you will not despise.
Žrtva je Bogu duh skrušen, srca skrušena i poništena ne odbacuješ, Bože.
18 Do good in your pleasure to Zion, build the walls of Jerusalem.
Po dobroti svojoj, Gospode, èini dobro Sionu, podigni zidove Jerusalimske.
19 Then will you welcome the due forms of sacrifice, then on your altars shall bullocks be offered.
Onda æe ti biti mile žrtve pravde, prinosi i žrtve paljenice; onda æe metati na žrtvenik tvoj teoce.
