Salmi 143

BIBBIA CEI 1974	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 'Salmo. Di Davide.' Signore, ascolta la mia preghiera, porgi l'orecchio alla mia supplica, tu che sei fedele, e per la tua giustizia rispondimi.	1 A Psalm of David versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the war.
2 Non chiamare in giudizio il tuo servo: nessun vivente davanti a te è giusto.	2 My mercy and my refuge, my supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.
3 Il nemico mi perseguita, calpesta a terra la mia vita, mi ha relegato nelle tenebre come i morti da gran tempo.	3 O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
4 In me languisce il mio spirito, si agghiaccia il mio cuore.	4 Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
5 Ricordo i giorni antichi, ripenso a tutte le tue opere, medito sui tuoi prodigi.	5 O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 A te protendo le mie mani, sono davanti a te come terra riarsa.	6 Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
7 Rispondimi presto, Signore, viene meno il mio spirito. Non nascondermi il tuo volto, perché non sia come chi scende nella fossa.	7 Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.
8 Al mattino fammi sentire la tua grazia, poiché in te confido. Fammi conoscere la strada da percorrere, perché a te si innalza l'anima mia.	8 Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
9 Salvami dai miei nemici, Signore, a te mi affido.	9 To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.
10 Insegnami a compiere il tuo volere, perché sei tu il mio Dio. Il tuo spirito buono mi guidi in terra piana.	10 He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.
11 Per il tuo nome, Signore, fammi vivere, liberami dall'angoscia, per la tua giustizia.	11 Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
12 Per la tua fedeltà disperdi i miei nemici, fa' perire chi mi opprime, poiché io sono tuo servo.	12 Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.
	13 Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.
	14 Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.
	15 They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.