Psalms 70

1 To the Chief Musician. David’s. To call to Remembrance. [Be pleased] O God, to rescue me, O Yahweh, to help me—make haste.

Načelniku godbe, pesem Davidova, za spomin. Bog, otet me, Gospod, pomagat mi híti.

2 Let them turn pale and then at once blush, Who are seeking my life, —Let them draw back, and be confounded, Who are taking pleasure in my misfortune;

Osramoté se naj in z rudečico oblijó, kateri iščejo duše moje; zavrnejo se naj in onečastijo, ki se veselé nesreče moje.

3 Let them turn back, on account of their own shame, Who are saying, Aha! Aha!

Umikajo se naj za plačílo sramote svoje, kateri govoré: Prav, prav!

4 Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, Yea, let them, who are seekers of thee, —say continually, God be magnified! Who are lovers of thy salvation.

Veselé se naj in radujejo v tebi vsi, ki te iščejo, in govoré naj vedno: Poveličuj se Bog, kateri ljubijo blaginjo tvojo.

5 But, I, being humbled and needy, O God, haste to me, —My help and my deliverer, art thou, O Yahweh do not tarry.

Jaz pa sem ubožen in potreben, o Bog; híti za voljo mene, in pomoč moja bodi, rešitelj moj; Gospod, ne múdi se.