1In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
1Zborovođi. Psalam. Davidov. Jahvi se utječem! Zašto dakle govorite duši mojoj: "Odleti u goru kao ptica!
2For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
2Gle, bezbožnici već luk napeše, za tetivu strijelu zapeše da iz potaje ustrijele pravednika.
3If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
3Kad su temelji uzljuljani, što da učini pravednik?"
4The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
4Jahve je u svom svetom Hramu, na nebeskom sjedi prijestolju. Oči njegove motre, vjeđama proniče sinove ljudske.
5The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
5Jahve proniče pravedna i nepravedna, iz dna duše mrzi silnika.
6Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
6Na grešnike će izlit' žeravu i sumpor, vjetar ognjeni bit će dio njine sudbine.
7For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
7Pravedan je Jahve i pravednost ljubi, čestiti će gledat' lice njegovo.