Psalms 57
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave. Be merciful to me, God, be merciful to me, for my soul takes refuge in you. Yes, in the shadow of your wings, I will take refuge, until disaster has passed.
Načelniku godbe: "Ne pogubi", Davidova pesem odlična, ko je bežal pred Savlom v brlog. Milosten mi bodi, Bog, milosten mi bodi; ker k tebi je pribežala duša moja, in v senco peroti tvojih hočem pribežati, dokler ne minejo težave.
2 I cry out to God Most High, to God who accomplishes my requests for me.
Klical bodem Boga najvišjega, mogočnega, ki zvršuje za me.
3 He will send from heaven, and save me, he rebukes the one who is pursuing me. (Selah) God will send out his loving kindness and his truth.
Poslal bode z nebes rešit me, osramotil bode njega, ki me rohneč preganja silovito. Poslal bode Bog milost svojo in resnico svojo.
4 My soul is among lions. I lie among those who are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Jaz sem med levi groznimi, med požigalci ležim, med ljudmi, katerih zobje so sulice in pušice, in jezik njih je oster meč.
5 Be exalted, God, above the heavens! Let your glory be above all the earth!
Povišaj se nad nebesa, o Bog; nad vso zemljo v slavi svoji.
6 They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into the middle of it themselves. (Selah)
Mrežo so bili nastavili stopinjam mojim; potlačil je bil dušo mojo; jamo so bili skopali pred menoj, vanjo padajo silno.
7 My heart is steadfast, God. My heart is steadfast. I will sing, yes, I will sing praises.
S povzdignenim srcem svojim, o Bog, s povzdignenim srcem bodem pel in prepeval:
8 Wake up, my glory! Wake up, lute and harp! I will wake up the dawn.
Vstani, slava moja, vstanite brenklje in strune, budil bodem sè zarijo;
9 I will give thanks to you, Lord, among the peoples. I will sing praises to you among the nations.
Slavil te bodem med ljudstvi, Gospod; prepeval med narodi;
10 For your great loving kindness reaches to the heavens, and your truth to the skies.
Velika je do nebés milost tvoja, in noter do gornjih oblakov resnica tvoja.
11 Be exalted, God, above the heavens. Let your glory be over all the earth.
Povišaj se nad nebesa, o Bog; nad vso zemljo v slavi svoji.
