Psalms 143

CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN	KÁLDI-NEOVULGÁTA
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 Dávid zsoltára. Uram, hallgasd meg imádságomat, figyelj könyörgésemre hűséged szerint, hallgass meg engem igazságod szerint.
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 Ne szállj perbe szolgáddal, mert senki sem igaz előtted az élők közül.
3 O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?	3 Íme ellenség üldözi lelkemet, porig alázza életem, sötétségbe taszít engem, mint a rég megholtakat.
4 Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.	4 Lelkem elszorul bennem, szívem megdermed bensőmben.
5 O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.	5 Megemlékezem a régi időkről, gondolkodom minden tetteden, elmélkedem kezed műveiről.
6 Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.	6 Kitárom feléd kezemet, lelkem utánad eped, mint a szomjas föld.
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 Uram, hamar hallgass meg, mert elsorvad a lelkem. Ne fordítsd el tőlem arcodat, mert olyan leszek, mint akik a sírba szállnak!
8 Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.	8 Add, hogy már reggel halljam irgalmadat, mert benned bízom; Mutasd meg nekem az utat, amelyen járnom kell, mert én hozzád emelem lelkemet!
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 Ments meg engem ellenségeimtől, Uram, hozzád menekülök!
10 He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.	10 Taníts meg arra, hogy megtegyem akaratodat, mert te vagy az én Istenem! A te jó lelked vezessen engem egyenes földön!
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 Uram, nevedért tarts életben engem. Vezess ki a szorongatásból hűségedben,
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 pusztítsd el ellenségeimet irgalmadban; Semmisítsd meg minden üldözőmet, mert én a te szolgád vagyok!
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.