1Zborovođi. U oktavi. Psalam. Davidov.
1{To the chief Musician. Upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David.} Save, Jehovah, for the godly man is gone; for the faithful have failed from among the children of men.
2U pomoć, Jahve, jer nestaje pobožnih, vjernosti nema više među ljudima!
2They speak falsehood every one with his neighbour: [with] flattering lip, with a double heart, do they speak.
3Svatko laže svome bližnjemu, govori usnama lažljivim i srcem dvoličnim.
3Jehovah will cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that speaketh proud things,
4Istrijebi, Jahve, sve usne lažljive i jezik hvastavi;
4Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail, our lips are our own: who [is] lord over us?
5one što zbore: "Jezik je naša snaga, naše su usne za nas: tko nam što može?"
5Because of the oppression of the afflicted, because of the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith Jehovah, I will set [him] in safety, at whom they puff.
6"Zbog nevolje tlačenih i jauka ubogih sada ću ustati - govori Jahve - spasenje donijet' onom tko ga želi."
6The words of Jehovah are pure words, silver tried in the furnace of earth, purified seven times.
7Riječi su Jahvine riječi iskrene, srebro prokušano, od zemlje odvojeno, sedam puta očišćeno.
7Thou, Jehovah, wilt keep them, thou wilt preserve them from this generation for ever.
8O Jahve, ti ćeš bdjeti nad nama, od naraštaja ovog čuvat' nas svagda,
8The wicked walk about on every side, when vileness is exalted among the children of men.
9pa nek' se okolo vrzu zlotvori, nek' se izdižu ljudi najgori.