Psalmi 17

1 Molitva. Davidova. Počuj, Jahve pravedni, i vapaj mi poslušaj, usliši molitvu iz usta iskrenih!

A prayer of David. Listen, O Lord, to my innocence; attend to my piercing cry. Give heed to my prayer out of lips unfeigned.

2 Od tebe nek' mi dođe presuda, tvoje oči vide što je pravo.

Let my vindication come from you, your eyes see the truth.

3 Istraži mi srce, pohodi noću, ognjem me iskušaj, al' u meni nećeš nać' bezakonja. Ne zgriješiše usta moja

When you test my heart when you visit at night, and assay me like silver – you can find no evil. I am determined that my mouth should not lie.

4 kao što griješe ljudi: po riječima usta tvojih čuvah putove Zakona.

I gave earnest heed to the words of your lips.

5 Korak mi čvrsto prionu za tvoje staze, ne zasta mi noga na putima tvojim.

My steps have held fast to the paths of your precepts and in your tracks have my feet never stumbled.

6 Zazivam te, Bože, ti ćeš me uslišit': prikloni mi uho i čuj riječi moje.

So I call you, O God, with assurance of answer; bend down your ear to me, hear what I say.

7 Proslavi na meni dobrotu svoju, ti koji od dušmana izbavljaš one što se utječu desnici tvojoj.

Show your marvelous love, you who save from enemies those who take refuge at your right hand.

8 Čuvaj me k'o zjenicu oka, sakrij me u sjenu krila svojih

Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me in the shelter of your wings.

9 od zlotvora što na me nasrću. Dušmani me bijesni opkoljuju,

From wicked people who do me violence, from deadly foes who crowd around me.

10 bešćutno srce zatvaraju i ustima zbore naduto,

They have closed their hearts to pity, the words of their mouths are haughty.

11 Koraci njini sad me okružuju, smjeraju da me na zemlju obore;

Now they dog us at every step, keenly watching, to hurl us to the ground,

12 slični lavu dok se, zinuv, na plijen obara i laviću što vreba u potaji.

like a lion, longing to tear, like a young lion, lurking in secret.

13 Ustani, Jahve, presretni ga i obori, od grešnika mi život mačem spasi,

Arise, Lord, face them and fell them. By your sword set me free from the wicked,

14 a rukom od ljudi, Gospodine: od ljudi kojih je dio ovaj život, kojima želudac puniš dobrima; kojih su sinovi siti, a djeci daju što im pretekne.

by your hand, O Lord, from those – whose portion of life is but of this world. But let your treasured ones have food in plenty may their children be full and their children satisfied.

15 A ja ću u pravdi gledati lice tvoje, i jednom kad se probudim, sit ću ga se nagledati.

In my innocence I will see your face, awake I am filled with a vision of you.