Psalmi 143

VULGATA	KING JAMES BIBLE
1 Psalmus David. Adversus Goliath. Benedictus Dominus Deus meus, qui docet manus meas ad prælium, et digitos meos ad bellum.	1 Hear my prayer, O LORD, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.
2 Misericordia mea et refugium meum ; susceptor meus et liberator meus ; protector meus, et in ipso speravi, qui subdit populum meum sub me.	2 And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
3 Domine, quid est homo, quia innotuisti ei ? aut filius hominis, quia reputas eum ?	3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4 Homo vanitati similis factus est ; dies ejus sicut umbra prætereunt.	4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
5 Domine, inclina cælos tuos, et descende ; tange montes, et fumigabunt.	5 I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
6 Fulgura coruscationem, et dissipabis eos ; emitte sagittas tuas, et conturbabis eos.	6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
7 Emitte manum tuam de alto : eripe me, et libera me de aquis multis, de manu filiorum alienorum :	7 Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not 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 iniquitatis.	8 Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
9 Deus, canticum novum cantabo tibi ; in psalterio decachordo psallam tibi.	9 Deliver me, O LORD, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.
10 Qui das salutem regibus, qui redemisti David servum tuum de gladio maligno,	10 Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
11 eripe me, et erue me de manu filiorum alienorum, quorum os locutum est vanitatem, et dextera eorum dextera iniquitatis.	11 Quicken me, O LORD, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.
12 Quorum filii sicut novellæ plantationes in juventute sua ; filiæ eorum compositæ, circumornatæ ut similitudo templi.	12 And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.
13 Promptuaria eorum plena, eructantia ex hoc in illud ; oves eorum f?tosæ, abundantes in egressibus suis ;
14 boves eorum crassæ. Non est ruina maceriæ, neque transitus, neque clamor in plateis eorum.
15 Beatum dixerunt populum cui hæc sunt ; beatus populus cujus Dominus Deus ejus.