Psalms 6

1 To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion.

Gospode! nemoj me pokarati u jarosti svojoj, niti me u gnjevu svojem nakazati.

2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.

Smiluj se na me, Gospode, jer sam iznemogao; iscijeli me, jer su kosti moje ustreptale,

3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?

I duša se moja vrlo uzdrhtala. A ti, Gospode, dokle æeš?

4 Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy.

Obrati se, Gospode, izbavi dušu moju, pomozi mi radi milosti svoje.

5 For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise? (Sheol h7585)

Jer mrtvi ne spominju tebe; u grobu ko æe te slaviti? (Sheol h7585)

6 The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.

Iznemogoh uzdišuæi; svaku noæ kvasim odar svoj, suzama svojim natapam postelju svoju.

7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.

Usahnu od žalosti oko moje, postara se od množine neprijatelja mojih.

8 Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping.

Idite od mene svi koji èinite bezakonje, jer Gospod èu plaè moj.

9 The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him.

Èu Gospod molbu moju, Gospod molitvu moju primi.

10 Let all those who are against me be shamed and deeply troubled; let them be turned back and suddenly put to shame.

Nek se postide i prepadnu svi neprijatelji moji, neka se povrate i postide odmah.