圣咏集 144

1Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.

2My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.

3Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

4Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.

5Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke.

6Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.

7Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:

8Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.

9To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.

10Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword:

11Deliver 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:

12Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:

13Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:

14Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets.

15They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.

1Psalmus David. Adversus Goliath. [Benedictus Dominus Deus meus, qui docet manus meas ad prælium, et digitos meos ad bellum.

2Misericordia mea et refugium meum; susceptor meus et liberator meus; protector meus, et in ipso speravi, qui subdit populum meum sub me.

3Domine, quid est homo, quia innotuisti ei? aut filius hominis, quia reputas eum?

4Homo vanitati similis factus est; dies ejus sicut umbra prætereunt.

5Domine, inclina cælos tuos, et descende; tange montes, et fumigabunt.

6Fulgura coruscationem, et dissipabis eos; emitte sagittas tuas, et conturbabis eos.

7Emitte manum tuam de alto: eripe me, et libera me de aquis multis, de manu filiorum alienorum:

8quorum os locutum est vanitatem, et dextera eorum dextera iniquitatis.

9Deus, canticum novum cantabo tibi; in psalterio decachordo psallam tibi.

10Qui das salutem regibus, qui redemisti David servum tuum de gladio maligno,

11eripe me, et erue me de manu filiorum alienorum, quorum os locutum est vanitatem, et dextera eorum dextera iniquitatis.

12Quorum filii sicut novellæ plantationes in juventute sua; filiæ eorum compositæ, circumornatæ ut similitudo templi.

13Promptuaria eorum plena, eructantia ex hoc in illud; oves eorum fœtosæ, abundantes in egressibus suis;

14boves eorum crassæ. Non est ruina maceriæ, neque transitus, neque clamor in plateis eorum.

15Beatum dixerunt populum cui hæc sunt; beatus populus cujus Dominus Deus ejus.]

1A Psalm of David versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the war.

2My mercy and my refuge, my supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.

3O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?

4Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.

5O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

6Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.

7Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.

8Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.

9To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.

10He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.

11Rescue 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.

12Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.

13Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.

14Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.

15They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.