¹Blessed be the LORD my strength which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:

¹{Davidov.} Hvaljen bodi GOSPOD, skala moja, ki vadi roke moje za boj, prste moje za vojsko:

²My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

²milost moja in grad moj, visoka trdnjava moja in rešitelj moj, ščit moj in zavetje, kamor pribegam, ki mi podložno dela ljudstvo moje!

³LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!

³GOSPOD, kaj je človek, da ti je v čislu, sin smrtnikov, da se meniš zanj?

⁴Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

⁴Človek je podoben dihu, dnevi njegovi so kakor mimogredočega senca.

⁵Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

⁵GOSPOD, nagni nebesa svoja ter stopi doli, dotakni se gorá, in se bodo kadile.

⁶Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.

⁶Strelo zaženi in razkropi jih, izstreli pšice svoje in zbegaj jih.

⁷Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;

⁷Iztegni roko svojo z višave, reši me in otmi me iz mnogih vodá, iz roke tujcev.

⁸Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁸Njih usta govore ničevost in njih desnica je lažnivosti desnica.

⁹I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

⁹Bog, novo pesem ti bom pel, na deseterostrunje ti psalme prepeval,

¹⁰It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

¹⁰tebi, ki daješ rešitev kraljem, otimlješ Davida, hlapca svojega, pogubnega meča.

¹¹Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:

¹¹Reši me in otmi me iz roke tujcev, katerih usta govoré ničevost, in njih desnica je lažnivosti desnica.

¹²That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

¹²Da bodo sinovi naši kakor rastline, dobro zrejene v nežni dobi svoji, in hčere naše kakor vogelni stebri, obdelani po zidavi svetišča;

¹³That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

¹³žitnice naše da bodo polne in bodo dajale mnogoteren živež, naše ovce da tisočero rodevajo, desettisočkrat da bodo pomnožene na pašnikih naših,

¹⁴That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.

¹⁴in goved naša breja; nič napada, nič predaje, nič jadikovanja da ne bode v ulicah naših!Blagor ljudstvu, ki se mu tako godi, blagor ljudstvu, čigar Bog je GOSPOD.

¹⁵Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.

¹⁵Blagor ljudstvu, ki se mu tako godi, blagor ljudstvu, čigar Bog je GOSPOD.