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Psalmi Davidovi
Chapter 30
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Psalam Davidov. Pesma kad se osveti dom. Uzvišavaću Te, Gospode, jer si me oteo,
i nisi dao neprijateljima mojim da mi se svete.
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Gospode, Bože moj!
Zavikah k Tebi, i iscelio si me.
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Gospode! Izveo si iz pakla dušu moju,
i oživeo si me da ne siđem u grob.
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Pojte Gospodu, sveci Njegovi,
i slavite sveto ime Njegovo.
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Gnev je Njegov za trenuće oka,
a do života milost Njegova,
večerom dolazi plač, a jutrom radost.
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I ja rekoh u dobru svom:
Neću posrnuti doveka.
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Ti htede, Gospode, te gora moja stajaše tvrdo.
Ti odvrati lice svoje, i ja se smetoh.
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Tada Tebe, Gospode, zazivah,
i Gospoda molih:
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„Kakva je korist od krvi moje, da siđem u grob?
Hoće li Te prah slaviti ili kazivati istinu Tvoju?
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Čuj, Gospode, i smiluj se na me;
Gospode budi mi pomoćnik.”
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I Ti promeni plač moj na radost,
skide s mene vreću, opasa me veseljem.
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Zato će Ti pevati slava moja
i neće umuknuti;
Gospode, Bože moj!
Doveka ću Te hvaliti.
Psalms
Chapter 30
1
A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
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O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
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O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
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Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
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For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
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And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
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LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
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I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
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What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
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Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
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Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
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To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.