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Psalmi 144
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Psalmi
Capítulo 144
1
Davidov. Blagoslovljen Jahve, hridina moja: ruke mi uči boju a prste ratu.
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On je ljubav moja i tvrđava moja, zaštita moja, izbavitelj moj, štit moj za koji se sklanjam; on mi narode stavlja pod noge!
3
Što je čovjek, o Jahve, da ga poznaješ, što li čedo ljudsko da ga se spominješ?
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Poput daška je čovjek, dani njegovi kao sjena nestaju.
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Jahve, nagni svoja nebesa i siđi, takni bregove: i zadimit će se!
6
Sijevni munjom i rasprši dušmane, odapni strijele i rasprši ih!
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Ruku pruži iz visina, istrgni me i spasi iz voda beskrajnih, iz šaka sinova tuđinskih:
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laži govore usta njihova, a desnica krivo priseže.
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Pjevat ću ti, Bože, pjesmu novu, na harfi od deset žica svirat ću.
10
Ti daješ pobjedu kraljevima, koji si spasio Davida, slugu svojega. Od pogubna mača
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spasi mene, oslobodi me iz ruke tuđinske; laži govore usta njihova, a desnica krivo priseže.
12
Daj da nam sinovi budu kao biljke što rastu od mladosti svoje; a kćeri naše kao stupovi ugaoni, krasne poput hramskog stupovlja;
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da nam žitnice budu pune svakog obilja, s plodovima svakojakim u izobilju;
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ovce 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!
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Blago narodu kojem je tako, blago narodu kojem je Jahve Bog!
Psalms
Capítulo 144
1
A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
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My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
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LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
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Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
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Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
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Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
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Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
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Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10
It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
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Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
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That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
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That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
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That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
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Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.