Psalmi 71
1 K tebi, Gospod, pribegam, sram me ne bodi nikdar.
In you, O LORD, do I put my trust: let me never be put to confusion.
2 Po pravici tvoji ótmi me in oprosti me; nagni k meni uho svoje in réši me.
Deliver me in your righteousness, and cause me to escape: incline your ear unto me, and save me.
3 Bodi mi skala, na kateri naj prebivam, kamor naj zahajam vedno; zapoved si dal, da naj se rešim, ker skala moja si in trdnjava moja.
Be you my strong habitation, unto which I may continually resort: you have given commandment to save me; for you are my rock and my fortress.
4 Bog moj, reši me iz roke njegove, ki dela nepravično in neusmiljeno.
Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked, out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man.
5 Ker ti si nada moja, Bog Gospod; upanje moje od moje mladosti.
For you are my hope, O Lord GOD: you are my trust from my youth.
6 Nate se opiram od poroda; od osrčja matere moje odtrgal si me tí; v tebi je hvala moja neprestano.
By you have I been held up from the womb: you are he that took me out of my mother's bowels: my praise shall be continually of you.
7 Kakor čudo bil sem mnogim; tako si mi krepko zavetje.
I am as a wonder unto many; but you are my strong refuge.
8 Napolnijo naj se s hvalo tvojo usta moja, ves dan sè slavo tvojo.
Let my mouth be filled with your praise and with your honour all the day.
9 Ne zavrzi me o starosti času; ko peša krepost moja, ne zapústi me;
Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength fails.
10 Ker sovražniki moji govoré o meni, in oni, ki prežé na dušo mojo, posvetujejo se vkup,
For mine enemies speak against me; and they that lay wait for my soul take counsel together,
11 Govoreč: Bog ga zapušča, podite in zgrabite ga; ker ni ga, da bi ga rešil.
Saying, God has forsaken him: persecute and take him; for there is none to deliver him.
12 Bog, ne bivaj daleč od mene, Bog moj, na pomoč mi hiti.
O God, be not far from me: O my God, make haste for my help.
13 Osramoté se naj in poginejo nasprotniki duše moje; pokrijejo naj se z nečastjo in sramoto, kateri iščejo hudega meni.
Let them be confounded and consumed that are adversaries to my soul; let them be covered with reproach and dishonour that seek my hurt.
14 Jaz pa sem v nadi neprestano o vsej hvali tvoji, in bodem stanoviten.
But I will hope continually, and will yet praise you more and more.
15 Usta moja hočejo oznanjati pravico tvojo, vsak dan blaginjo tvojo: dasi ne znam števil njenih.
My mouth shall show forth your righteousness and your salvation all the day; for I know not the numbers thereof.
16 Poprijel se bodem vsake kreposti, Bog Gospod; oznanjal bodem pravico samega tebe.
I will go in the strength of the Lord GOD: I will make mention of your righteousness, even of your only.
17 Bog, učil si me od mladosti moje, in do sedaj sem oznanjal čuda tvoja.
O God, you have taught me from my youth: and until now have I declared your wondrous works.
18 Torej tudi toliko časa, ko sem star in siv, Bog, ne zapústi me; dokler bodem oznanjal roko tvojo temu rodu, vsakemu prihodnjemu rodu krepost tvojo.
Now also when I am old and greyheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have showed your strength unto this generation, and your power to every one that is to come.
19 Ker pravica tvoja, Bog, seza do višav; ker stvari delaš velike, Bog; kdó je tebi enak?
Your righteousness also, O God, is very high, who have done great things: O God, who is like unto you!
20 Ker potem ko si dal, da sem izkusil stiske velike in hude, poživljaš me zopet, in iz brezen zemlje daješ da zopet vstajam.
You, which have showed me great and sore troubles, shall restore life in me again, and shall bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
21 Velikost mojo množiš, in ustaviš se ter me tolažiš.
You shall increase my greatness, and comfort me on every side.
22 Tudi jaz te bodem slavil sè strunami, in zvestobo tvojo, moj Bog; prepeval ti bodem s citrami, o svetnik Izraelov!
I will also praise you with the psaltery, even your truth, O my God: unto you will I sing with the harp, O you Holy One of Israel.
23 Pevale bodo ustne moje, ko ti bodem prepeval, in duša moja, k si jo otél.
My lips shall greatly rejoice when I sing unto you; and my soul, which you have redeemed.
24 Tudi jezik moj bode vsak dan oznanjal pravico tvojo, ker bodo se sramovali, ker sè sramoto bodo obliti, ki iščejo hudega meni.
My tongue also shall talk of your righteousness all the day long: for they are confounded, for they are brought unto shame, that seek my hurt.
