Psalms 143

CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN	BIBBIA CEI 1974
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.	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.
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.	2 Non chiamare in giudizio il tuo servo: nessun vivente davanti a te è giusto.
3 O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?	3 Il nemico mi perseguita, calpesta a terra la mia vita, mi ha relegato nelle tenebre come i morti da gran tempo.
4 Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.	4 In me languisce il mio spirito, si agghiaccia il mio cuore.
5 O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.	5 Ricordo i giorni antichi, ripenso a tutte le tue opere, medito sui tuoi prodigi.
6 Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.	6 A te protendo le mie mani, sono davanti a te come terra riarsa.
7 Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.	7 Rispondimi presto, Signore, viene meno il mio spirito. Non nascondermi il tuo volto, perché non sia come chi scende nella fossa.
8 Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.	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.
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.	9 Salvami dai miei nemici, Signore, a te mi affido.
10 He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.	10 Insegnami a compiere il tuo volere, perché sei tu il mio Dio. Il tuo spirito buono mi guidi in terra piana.
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.	11 Per il tuo nome, Signore, fammi vivere, liberami dall'angoscia, per la tua giustizia.
12 Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.	12 Per la tua fedeltà disperdi i miei nemici, fa' perire chi mi opprime, poiché io sono tuo servo.
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.