¹Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:

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

²my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdues my people under me.

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

³Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

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

⁴Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

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

⁵Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

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

⁶Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

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

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

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

⁸whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁸laži govore usta njihova, a desnica krivo priseže.

⁹I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

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

¹⁰You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.

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

¹¹Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

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

¹²Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

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

¹³Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

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

¹⁴Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.

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!

¹⁵Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.

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