Mezmurlar 143

¹Davut'un, Golyat'a karşı ezgisi. Ellerimi savaş düzenine girmek için, parmaklarımı savaşmak için eğiten Tanrım Rab övülmeye layıktır!

²O benim merhametim ve sığınağım, yardımcım ve kurtarıcım, koruyucu kalkanımdır; O'na güvendim, halkımı bana boyun eğdiren O'dur.

³Ey Rab, insan ne ki ona kendini bildirdin? Ya da insanoğlu ne ki onu hesaba katarsın?

⁴İnsan bir boşluğa benzetildi, günleri ise geçip giden bir gölge gibidir.

⁵Ey Rab, gökleri eğip aşağı in; dağlara dokun ki tütsünler.

⁶Şimşek çaktırıp onları dağıtacaksın, oklarını fırlatıp onları perişan edeceksin.

⁷Yücelerden elini uzat; beni kurtar ve çok sulardan, yabancı oğulların elinden çıkar.

⁸Onların ağzı boş sözler fısıldadı, sağ elleri ise adaletsizliğin sağ elidir.

⁹Ey Tanrı, sana yeni bir ezgi söyleyeceğim; on telli çenkle seni mezmurlarla öveceğim.

¹⁰Krallara kurtuluş veren, kulu Davut'u şer kılıçtan kurtaran Sensin.

¹¹Kurtar beni ve yabancı oğulların elinden çıkar; onların ağzı boş sözler fısıldadı, sağ elleri ise adaletsizliğin sağ elidir.

¹²Onların oğulları gençliklerinde dikilmiş taze fidanlar gibidir; kızları ise bir tapınağın sureti gibi her yanı bezenip süslenmiştir.

¹³Ambarları doludur, birinden diğerine taşar; koyunları binlerce doğurur, kendi otlaklarında çoğalır.

¹⁴Sığırları semizdir; çitlerinde yıkılma yoktur, ne bir kaçış yolu vardır ne de meydanlarında bir feryat duyulur.

¹⁵Bu nimetlere sahip olan halkı mutlu saydılar; ne mutlu Tanrısı Rab olan halka!

¹Τῷ Δαυΐδ, πρὸς τὸν Γολιάδ. - ΕΥΛΟΓΗΤΟΣ Κύριος ὁ Θεός μου ὁ διδάσκων τὰς χεῖράς μου εἰς παράταξιν, τοὺς δακτύλους μου εἰς πόλεμον·

²ἔλεός μου καὶ καταφυγή μου, ἀντιλήπτωρ μου καὶ ῥύστης μου, ὑπερασπιστής μου, καὶ ἐπ᾿ αὐτῷ ἤλπισα, ὁ ὑποτάσσων τὸν λαόν μου ὑπ᾿ ἐμέ.

³Κύριε, τί ἐστιν ἄνθρωπος ὅτι ἐγνώσθης αὐτῷ, ἢ υἱὸς ἀνθρώπου ὅτι λογίζῃ αὐτῷ;

⁴ἄνθρωπος ματαιότητι ὡμοιώθη, αἱ ἡμέραι αὐτοῦ ὡσεὶ σκιὰ παράγουσι.

⁵Κύριε, κλῖνον οὐρανοὺς καὶ κατάβηθι, ἅψαι τῶν ὀρέων, καὶ καπνισθήσονται.

⁶ἄστραψον ἀστραπὴν καὶ σκορπιεῖς αὐτούς, ἐξαπόστειλον τὰ βέλη σου καὶ συνταράξεις αὐτούς.

⁷ἐξαπόστειλον τὴν χεῖρά σου ἐξ ὕψους, ἐξελοῦ με καὶ ρῦσαί με ἐξ ὑδάτων πολλῶν, ἐκ χειρὸς υἱῶν ἀλλοτρίων,

⁸ὧν τὸ στόμα ἐλάλησε ματαιότητα, καὶ ἡ δεξιὰ αὐτῶν δεξιὰ ἀδικίας.

⁹ὁ Θεός, ᾠδὴν καινὴν ᾄσομαί σοι, ἐν ψαλτηρίῳ δεκαχόρδῳ ψαλῶ σοι

¹⁰τῷ διδόντι τὴν σωτηρίαν τοῖς βασιλεῦσι, τῷ λυτρουμένῳ Δαυΐδ τὸν δοῦλον αὐτοῦ ἐκ ρομφαίας πονηρᾶς.

¹¹ρῦσαί με καὶ ἐξελοῦ με ἐκ χειρὸς υἱῶν ἀλλοτρίων, ὧν τὸ στόμα ἐλάλησε ματαιότητα καὶ ἡ δεξιὰ αὐτῶν δεξιὰ ἀδικίας.

¹²ὧν οἱ υἱοὶ ὡς νεόφυτα ἱδρυμένα ἐν τῇ νεότητι αὐτῶν, αἱ θυγατέρες αὐτῶν κεκαλλωπισμέναι, περικεκοσμημέναι ὡς ὁμοίωμα ναοῦ,

¹³τὰ ταμιεῖα αὐτῶν πλήρη, ἐξερευγόμενα ἐκ τούτου εἰς τοῦτο, τὰ πρόβατα αὐτῶν πολύτοκα, πληθύνοντα ἐν ταῖς ἐξόδοις αὐτῶν,

¹⁴οἱ βόες αὐτῶν παχεῖς, οὐκ ἔστι κατάπτωμα φραγμοῦ, οὐδὲ διέξοδος, οὐδὲ κραυγὴ ἐν ταῖς πλατείαις αὐτῶν,

¹⁵ἐμακάρισαν τὸν λαόν, ᾧ ταῦτά ἐστι· μακάριος ὁ λαός, οὗ Κύριος ὁ Θεὸς αὐτοῦ.

¹[[A Psalm] of David concerning Goliad.] Blessed [be] the Lord my God, who instructs my hands for battle, [and] my fingers for war.

²My mercy, and my refuge; my helper, and my deliverer; my protector, in whom I have trusted; who subdues my people under me.

³Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou takest account of him?

⁴Man is like to vanity: his days pass as a shadow.

⁵O Lord, bow thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

⁶Send lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: send forth thine arrows, and thou shalt discomfit them.

⁷Send forth thine hand from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strange children;

⁸whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.

⁹O God, I will sing a new song to thee: I will play to thee on a psaltery of ten strings.

¹⁰[Even] to him who gives salvation to kings: who redeems his servant David from the hurtful sword.

¹¹Deliver me, and rescue me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity;

¹²whose children are as plants, strengthened in their youth: their daughters are beautiful, sumptuously adorned after the similitude of a temple.

¹³Their garners are full, and bursting with one kind of store after another; their sheep are prolific, multiplying in their streets.

¹⁴Their oxen are fat: there is no falling down of a hedge, nor going out, nor cry in their folds.

¹⁵Men bless the people to whom this lot belongs, [but] blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.