¹Davidov. Blagoslovljen Jahve, hridina moja: ruke mi uči boju a prste ratu.

¹{[A Psalm] of David.} Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;

²On je ljubav moja i tvrđava moja, zaštita moja, izbavitelj moj, štit moj za koji se sklanjam; on mi narode stavlja pod noge!

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

³Što je čovjek, o Jahve, da ga poznaješ, što li čedo ljudsko da ga se spominješ?

³Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought of him?

⁴Poput daška je čovjek, dani njegovi kao sjena nestaju.

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

⁵Jahve, nagni svoja nebesa i siđi, takni bregove: i zadimit će se!

⁵Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;

⁶Sijevni munjom i rasprši dušmane, odapni strijele i rasprši ih!

⁶Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:

⁷Ruku pruži iz visina, istrgni me i spasi iz voda beskrajnih, iz šaka sinova tuđinskih:

⁷Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,

⁸laži govore usta njihova, a desnica krivo priseže.

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

⁹Pjevat ću ti, Bože, pjesmu novu, na harfi od deset žica svirat ću.

⁹O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:

¹⁰Ti daješ pobjedu kraljevima, koji si spasio Davida, slugu svojega. Od pogubna mača

¹⁰Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹spasi mene, oslobodi me iz ruke tuđinske; laži govore usta njihova, a desnica krivo priseže.

¹¹Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹²Daj da nam sinovi budu kao biljke što rastu od mladosti svoje; a kćeri naše kao stupovi ugaoni, krasne poput hramskog stupovlja;

¹²That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:

¹³da nam žitnice budu pune svakog obilja, s plodovima svakojakim u izobilju;

¹³Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;

¹⁴ovce naše plodile se na tisuće, plodile se beskrajno na našim poljima; stoka naša neka bude tovna! U zidinama nam ne bilo proboja ni ropstva ni plača na ulicama našim!

¹⁴Our kine laden [with young]; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.

¹⁵Blago narodu kojem je tako, blago narodu kojem je Jahve Bog!

¹⁵Blessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!