Psalms 145

DOUAI-RHEIMS	BIBBIA TINTORI
1 Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.	1 Alleluia. Di Aggeo e di Zaccaria).
2 My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.	2 Anima mia loda il Signore. Io loderò il Signore finche avrò vita, canterò inni al mio Dio finche campo. Non riponete la fiducia nei principi,
3 Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?	3 Nei figli degli uomini, nei quali non è salvezza.
4 Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.	4 Esalato lo spirito, ritornano nella loro polvere: in quel giorno svaniscono tutti i loro disegni.
5 Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke.	5 Beato chi ha per protettore il Dio di Giacobbe, e ripone la sua speranza nel Signore Dio suo,
6 Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.	6 Che fece il cielo e la terra, il mare e tutto quello che essi contengono,
7 Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:	7 Che rimane fedele in eterno, rende ragione a chi soffre ingiurie, dà da mangiare agli affamati. Il Signore scioglie gl'incatenati,
8 Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.	8 Il Signore illumina i ciechi; il Signore rialza gli abbattuti, il Signore ama i giusti.
9 To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.	9 Il Signore protegge gli stranieri, è sostegno dell'orfano e della vedova, e rovina le vie degli empi.
10 Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword:	10 Il Signore regnerà in eterno, il tuo Dio, o Sion, (regnerà) per tutte le generazioni.
11 Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:
12 Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:
13 Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:
14 their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets.
15 They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.