¹Zborovođi. Psalam. Davidov. Pjesma.

¹{To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David: a Song.} Praise waiteth for thee in silence, O God, in Zion; and unto thee shall the vow be performed.

²Bože, tebi dolikuje hvalospjev sa Sionu, tebi se ispunja zavjet -

²O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.

³ti molitve uslišuješ. Svaka pÓut dolazi k tebi

³Iniquities have prevailed against me: our transgressions, thou wilt forgive them.

⁴pod teretom grijeha. Naši nas prijestupi taru, ti ih pomiruješ.

⁴Blessed is he whom thou choosest and causest to approach: he shall dwell in thy courts. We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, of thy holy temple.

⁵Blažen kog izabra i k sebi uze: on boravi u dvorima tvojim. Daj da se nasitimo dobrima Doma tvoga i svetošću tvoga Hrama.

⁵By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, thou confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the distant regions of the sea. ...

⁶Čudesno nas uslišuješ u pravednosti svojoj, o Bože, spasenje naše, nado svih krajeva svijeta i mora dalekih.

⁶Who by his strength established the mountains, being girded with power;

⁷Učvršćuješ bregove jakošću svojom silom opasÄan.

⁷Who stilleth the raging of the seas, the raging of their waves, and the tumult of the peoples.

⁸Krotiš huku mora, huku valova i buku naroda.

⁸And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens; thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.

⁹Oni što žive nakraj svijeta boje se znamenja tvojih; dveri jutra i večeri radošću napunjaš.

⁹Thou hast visited the earth, thou hast watered it; thou greatly enrichest it: the river of God is full of water; thou providest their corn, when thou hast so prepared it:

¹⁰Ti pÓohodÄi zemlju i ti je nÓatopÄi, ÓobogatÄi nju veoma. Božja se rijeka vodom napuni, ti pripravi ljudima žito. Ovako pripremi zemlju:

¹⁰Thou dost satiate its furrows, thou smoothest its clods, thou makest it soft with showers; thou blessest the springing thereof.

¹¹brazde joj natopi, grude joj poravna; kišom je omekša, usjeve joj blagoslovi.

¹¹Thou crownest the year with thy goodness, and thy paths drop fatness:

¹²Ti okruni godinu dobrotom svojom, plodnost niče za stopama tvojim.

¹²They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness, and the hills are girded with gladness.

¹³Pustinjski pašnjaci kaplju od obilja, brežuljci se pašu radošću.

¹³The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, yea, they sing.

¹⁴Njive se kite stadima, doline se pokrivaju žitom: svagdje klicanje, pjesma.