Psalms 30

1 A Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

Uzvišivaæu te, Gospode, jer si me oteo, i nijesi dao neprijateljima mojim da mi se svete.

2 O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

Gospode, Bože moj! zavikah k tebi, i iscijelio si me.

3 O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Gospode! izveo si iz pakla dušu moju, i oživio si me da ne siðem u grob. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.

Pojte Gospodu, sveci njegovi, i slavite sveto ime njegovo.

5 For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!

Gnjev je njegov za trenuæe oka, a do života milost njegova, veèerom dolazi plaè, a jutrom radost.

6 But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!

I ja rekoh u dobru svom: neæu posrnuti dovijeka.

7 O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!

Ti šæaše, Gospode, te gora moja stajaše tvrdo. Ti odvrati lice svoje, i ja se smetoh.

8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:

Tada tebe, Gospode, zazivah, i Gospoda molih:

9 What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

“Kakva je korist od krvi moje, da siðem u grob? hoæe li te prah slaviti ili kazivati istinu tvoju?

10 Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.

Èuj, Gospode, i smiluj se na me; Gospode! budi mi pomoænik.”

11 Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

I ti promijeni plaè moj na radost, skide s mene vreæu, i opasa me veseljem.

12 To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.

Zato æe ti pjevati slava moja i neæe umuknuti; Gospode, Bože moj! dovijeka æu te hvaliti.