Psalmi 109
1 Zborovođi. Psalam. Davidov. Bože, diko moja, nemoj šutjeti!
For the leader. Of David, a psalm. O God whom I praise, keep not silence;
2 Usta bezbožna i prijevarna na me se otvaraju, govore mi jezikom lažljivim,
for their wicked mouths they have opened against me, they speak to me with tongues that are false,
3 riječima me mržnje okružuju, bezrazložno me napadaju.
they beset me with words of hatred, and fight without cause against me.
4 Za moju me ljubav oni optužuju, a ja se samo molim.
My love they requite with hostility, while for them I lift up my prayer.
5 Uzvraćaju mi zlo za dobro, mržnju za ljubav moju.
Evil for good they reward me, and hatred for my love.
6 “Digni protiv njega bezbožnika i tužitelj nek' mu stane zdesna!
“Set over him one who is godless,” they say, “an opponent at his right hand.
7 Kad mu se bude sudilo, nek' bude osuđen, i molitva mu se za grijeh uzela!
From his trial let him come forth guilty, may his prayer be counted as sin.
8 Dani njegovi nek' budu malobrojni, njegovu službu nek' dobije drugi!
Grant that his days may be few, that his office be seized by another.
9 Djeca njegova nek' postanu siročad, a njegova žena udovica!
Grant that his children be fatherless, and that his wife be a widow.
10 Nek' mu djeca budu skitnice, prosjaci, nek' budu bačena iz opustjelih domova!
Up and down may his children go begging, expelled from their desolate home.
11 Nek' mu lihvar prigrabi sav posjed, tuđinci nek' razgrabe plod muke njegove!
May all that he owns be seized by the creditor may strangers plunder the fruits of his toil.
12 Nitko ne imao prema njemu samilosti, nitko se ne smilovao siročadi njegovoj!
“May none extend to him kindness, or pity his fatherless children.
13 Neka mu se zatre potomstvo, u drugome koljenu neka se utrne ime njegovo!
His descendants be doomed to destruction! Blotted out be his name in one generation!
14 Spominjao se Jahve grijeha njegovih, i grijeh njegove majke nek' se ne izbriše:
May his father’s guilt be remembered, and his mother’s sin not blotted out:
15 nek budu svagda Jahvi pred očima! Neka se sa zemlje izbriše spomen njihov!”
on record always before the Lord, and his memory root from the earth;
16 Jer se ne spomenu da čini milosrđe, već proganjaše bijedna i uboga i u smrt gonjaše čovjeka srca shrvana.
for he gave no thought to show kindness, but pursued the poor and the needy, drove the downhearted to death.
17 Prokletstvo je ljubio, pa neka ga stigne; blagoslova ne htjede, daleko nek' je od njega!
“May the curses he loved light upon him, may the blessings he loathed be afar.
18 Prokletstvom nek' se odjene kao haljinom, neka kao voda uđe u njega i kao ulje u kosti njegove.
Like a garment he clothed him with curses; may they pierce to his inwards like water, and cling to his bones like oil.
19 Bilo mu haljinom kojom se pokriva, pojas kojim se svagda paše!
Let them be like the robe he wraps round him, like the belt he wears every day.”
20 Tako nek' plati Jahve tužiteljima mojim koji zlo govore protiv duše moje!
Be this the reward of my adversaries, of those who speak evil against me.
21 A ti, Jahve, Gospode, rad imena svog zauzmi se za me, spasi me jer je dobrostiva ljubav tvoja!
But you, Lord my God, be true to your name, deal kindly with me; in your gracious kindness save me.
22 Jer bijedan sam i ubog, i srce je moje ranjeno u meni.
For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
23 K'o sjena što se naginje ja nestajem, progone me kao skakavca.
I am gone like a lengthening shadow, I am shaken off like a locust.
24 Od posta mi koljena klecaju i tijelo moje omrša.
My knees totter from fasting, my flesh is shrivelled and spare.
25 Ruglom sam njima postao, kimaju glavom kad me vide.
They heap insults upon me: when they see me, they shake their head.
26 Pomozi mi, Jahve, Bože moj, po doborti me svojoj spasi!
Help me, O Lord my God, and save me in your kindness.
27 Nek' upoznaju da je ovo ruka tvoja i da si ti ovo učinio, Jahve!
Teach them that this is your hand, and your own doing, O Lord.
28 Oni nek' proklinju, ti blagoslivljaj; nek' se postide koji se na me podižu, a sluga tvoj nek' se raduje!
Let them curse, if only you bless. Put my assailants to shame, and make your servant glad.
29 Stidom nek' se odjenu tužitelji moji i sramotom svojom nek' se k'o plaštem pokriju!
My opponents be clothed with dishonor, and wrapped in a robe of shame.
30 Slavit ću Jahvu iz svega grla i hvalit' ga u veliku mnoštvu
I give thanks to you, Lord, with loud voice, I give praise in the midst of the throng;
31 jer stoji s desne siromahu da mu dušu spasi od sudaca.
for he stands by the poor, at his right hand, to save them from those who condemn them.
