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Lunedi, 29 aprile 2024 - Santa Caterina da Siena ( Letture di oggi)

Salmi 144


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NOVA VULGATADOUAI-RHEIMS
1 David.
Benedictus Dominus, adiutor meus,
qui docet manus meas ad proelium
et digitos meos ad bellum.
1 Hear, O Lord, my prayer: give ear to my supplication in thy truth: hear me in thy justice.
2 Misericordia mea et fortitudo mea,
refugium meum et liberator meus;
scutum meum, et in ipso speravi,
qui subdit populum meum sub me.
2 And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight no man living shall be justified.
3 Domine, quid est homo, quod agnoscis eum,
aut filius hominis, quod reputas eum?
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul: he hath brought down my life to the earth. He hath made me to dwell in darkness as those that have been dead of old:
4 Homo vanitati similis factus est,
dies eius sicut umbra praeteriens.
4 and my spirit is in anguish within me: my heart within me is troubled.
5 Domine, inclina caelos tuos et descende;
tange montes, et fumigabunt.
5 I remembered the days of old, I meditated on all thy works: I meditated upon the works of thy hands.
6 Fulgura coruscationem et dissipa eos;
emitte sagittas tuas et conturba eos.
6 I stretched forth my hands to thee: my soul is as earth without water unto thee.
7 Emitte manum tuam de alto;
eripe me et libera me de aquis multis,
de manu filiorum alienigenarum,
7 Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit hath fainted away. Turn not away thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
8 quorum os locutum est vanitatem,
et dextera eorum dextera mendacii.
8 Cause me to hear thy mercy in the morning; for in thee have I hoped. Make the way known to me, wherein I should walk: for I have lifted up my soul to thee.
9 Deus, canticum novum cantabo tibi,
in psalterio decachordo psallam tibi,
9 Deliver me from my enemies, O Lord, to thee have I fled:
10 qui das salutem regibus,
qui redimis David servum tuum de gladio maligno.
10 teach me to do thy will, for thou art my God. Thy good spirit shall lead me into the right land:
11 Eripe me et libera me
de manu filiorum alienigenarum,
quorum os locutum est vanitatem,
et dextera eorum dextera mendacii.
11 for thy name's sake, O Lord, thou wilt quicken me in thy justice. Thou wilt bring my soul out of trouble:
12 Filii nostri sicut novellae crescentes
in iuventute sua;
filiae nostrae sicut columnae angulares,
sculptae ut structura templi.
12 and in thy mercy thou wilt destroy my enemies. And thou wilt cut off all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.
13 Promptuaria nostra plena,
redundantia omnibus bonis;
oves nostrae in milibus
innumerabiles in campis nostris,
14 boves nostrae crassae.
Non est ruina maceriae neque egressus
neque clamor in plateis nostris.
15 Beatus populus, cui haec sunt;
beatus populus, cui Dominus est Deus.