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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

¹¹Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose 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.

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

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

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

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

¹⁴Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry 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 are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.

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