Psalms 62
1 To the excelletn musician Ieduthun. A Psalme of David. Yet my soule keepeth silence vnto God: of him commeth my saluation.
Načelniku godbe v Jedutunu, psalm Davidov. Samo v Bogu počiva duša moja, od njega je moja blaginja.
2 Yet he is my strength and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not much be mooued.
Samo on je skala moja in blaginja moja; grad moj, ne omahnem mnogo.
3 How long wil ye imagine mischiefe against a man? ye shalbe all slaine: ye shalbe as a bowed wall, or as a wall shaken.
Doklej bodete snovali težave nad moža? pobiti bodete vsi, podobni nagnenemu zidu, ograji omajani.
4 Yet they consult to cast him downe from his dignitie: their delight is in lies, they blesse with their mouthes, but curse with their hearts. (Selah)
Samo z visokosti njegove pahniti ga ukrepljejo, veselé se laži; z usti svojimi blagoslavljajo, znotraj v sebi pa preklinjajo hudo.
5 Yet my soule keepe thou silence vnto God: for mine hope is in him.
Samo v Bogu počivaj, duša moja, ker od njega je upanje moje.
6 Yet is hee my strength, and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not be mooued.
Samo on je skala moja in blaginja moja, grad moj; ne omahnem.
7 In God is my saluation and my glory, the rocke of my strength: in God is my trust.
V Bogu je blaginja moja in slava moja; krepka skala moja, pribežališče moje je v Bogu.
8 Trust in him alway, ye people: powre out your hearts before him, for God is our hope. (Selah)
Zaupajte mu vsak čas, o ljudstvo; pred njim izlijte srce svoje: Bog nam je v pribežališče.
9 Yet the children of men are vanitie, the chiefe men are lies: to lay them vpon a balance they are altogether lighter then vanitie.
Sama ničevost so prostega človeka otroci, laž so odličnega moža otroci; na tehtnico vkup položeni, poskočili bi nad ničevost.
10 Trust not in oppression nor in robberie: be not vaine: if riches increase, set not your heart thereon.
Ne zaupajte zatiranju, in zaradi ropa ne bodite prevzetni; ako se množi bogastvo, ne navezujte nanj srca.
11 God spake once or twise, I haue heard it, that power belongeth vnto God,
Enkrat je govoril Bog, dvakrat sem slišal isto, da je moč Božja,
12 And to thee, O Lord, mercie: for thou rewardest euery one according to his worke.
In da je milost tvoja, Gospod, da bodeš ti povrnil vsakemu po delu svojem.
