Psalms 4
1 To the Chief Musician: with stringed instruments. A Melody of David. When I cry, answer me, O mine own righteous God, In a strait place, thou hast made room for me, Show me favour, and hear my prayer.
Načelniku godbe na strune; psalm Davidov. Ko te kličem, usliši me, Bog pravice moje; v stiski dal si mi prostora; milosten mi bodi in poslušaj molitev mojo.
2 Ye sons of the great! how long, turning my glory to contempt, will ye love emptiness, will ye seek falsehood? (Selah)
Sinovi človeški, doklej bodi slava moja v nečast? ljubili bodete ničnost? hodili za lažjo?
3 Know ye, then, that Yahweh hath set apart the man of lovingkindness for himself: Yahweh, will hear, when I cry to him.
Spoznajte vendar, da si je Gospod posebe odbral njega, katerega prijazno sprejema; da bode uslišal Gospod, ko ga bodem zaklical.
4 Be deeply moved, but do not sin, —Ponder in your own heart upon your bed, and be silent. (Selah)
Prestrašite se in ne grešite; mislite v srci svojem, na ležišči svojem in mirujte!
5 Sacrifice the sacrifices of righteousness; and put your trust in Yahweh.
Darujte daritve pravice, in zaupanje imejte v Gospoda.
6 Multitudes, are saying, Who will show us prosperity? Lift thou upon us the light of thy countenance, O Yahweh.
Mnogi govoré: O da bi vživali dobro! Dvigni nad nas svetlobo obličja svojega, Gospod!
7 Thou hast put gladness in my heart, —beyond the season when, their corn and their new wine, have increased.
Vlij radost v srce moje, večjo nego o času, ko spravljajo žito svoje in vino svoje obilno.
8 In peace, will I lay me down and at once sleep; for, thou, Yahweh alone, wilt cause me, in security, to dwell.
V miru ležem in zdajci zaspim; ker ti sam, Gospod, daješ, da prebivam brez skrbi.
