Psalmi 141
1 Psalam. Davidov. Prizivljem te, Jahve, k meni pohitaj! Slušaj glas moj kojim tebi vapijem!
`The salm `of Dauith. Lord, Y criede to thee, here thou me; yyue thou tent to my vois, whanne Y schal crye to thee.
2 Nek' mi se uzdigne molitva kao kad pred lice tvoje, podizanje mojih ruku nek' bude k'o prinos večernji!
Mi preier be dressid as encense in thi siyt; the reisyng of myn hondis be as the euentid sacrifice.
3 Na usta mi, Jahve, stražu postavi i stražare na vrata usana mojih!
Lord, sette thou a keping to my mouth; and a dore of stonding aboute to my lippis.
4 Ne daj da mi se srce zlu prikloni, da bezbožno počinim djela opaka; i u društvu zlotvora da ne blagujem poslastica njihovih!
Bowe thou not myn herte in to wordis of malice; to excuse excusingis in synne. With men worchinge wickidnesse; and Y schal not comyne with the chosun men of hem.
5 Nek' me samo udari pravednik, ljubav je što me kara, al' ulje grešničko neće mi glavu pomazat'; zloći njihovoj oprijet ću se uvijek svojom molitvom.
A iust man schal repreue me in mersi, and schal blame me; but the oile of a synner make not fat myn heed. For whi and yit my preier is in the wel plesaunt thingis of hem;
6 Kad strovale niz hridinu suce njihove, razumjet će kako blage bjehu riječi moje.
for the domesmen of hem ioyned to the stoon weren sopun vp. Here thei my wordis,
for tho weren myyti. As fatnesse is brokun out on the erthe; oure bonys ben scatered niy helle. Lord, Lord, (Sheol h7585)
8 U te su, Jahve, uprte oči moje, k tebi se utječem, ne daj da mi duša propadne!
for myn iyen ben to thee, Y hopide in thee; take thou not awei my soule.
9 Čuvaj me od stupice koju postaviše meni, od zamki zločinaca!
Kepe thou me fro the snare which thei ordeyneden to me; and fro the sclaundris of hem that worchen wickidnesse. Synneris schulen falle in the nett therof;
10 Nek' u vlastite zamke upadnu zlotvori, a ja neka im umaknem!
Y am aloone til Y passe.
