Psalmi 59
1 Zborovođi. Po napjevu “Ne pogubi!” Davidov. Miktam. Kad je Šaul opkolio kuću da ubije Davida. Izbavi me od dušmana, Bože moj, zaštiti me od mojih protivnika!
`In Jeroms translacioun thus, To the ouercomer, that thou lese not Dauid, meke and simple, `whanne Saul sente and kepte the hous, to slee hym. `In Ebreu thus, To the ouercomyng, leese thou not the semeli song of Dauid, and so forth. Mi God, delyuer thou me fro myn enemyes; and delyuer thou me fro hem that risen ayens me.
2 Izbavi me od bezakonika, od krvoloka spasi me!
Delyuer thou me fro hem that worchen wickidnesse; and saue thou me fro menquelleris.
3 Jer evo: dušu moju vrebaju, na me ustadoše silnici. Nema na meni krivnje, o Jahve, ni grijeha:
For lo! thei han take my soule; stronge men fellen in on me.
4 bez moje krivnje na me nasrću. Probudi se! Dođi mi u pomoć i pogledaj,
Nethir my wickidnesse, nether my synne; Lord, Y ran with out wickidnesse, and dresside `my werkis.
5 Jahve, Bože nad Vojskama, Bože Izraelov! Preni se, kazni sve pogane, podlacima nemoj se smilovati!
Rise vp thou in to my meetyng, and se; and thou, Lord God of vertues, art God of Israel. Yyue thou tent to visite alle folkis; do thou not merci to alle that worchen wickidnesse.
6 Uvečer se vraćaju, reže poput pasa i trče po gradu.
Thei schulen be turned at euentid, and thei as doggis schulen suffre hungir; and thei schulen cumpas the citee.
7 Gle, kako bljuju ustima; kletve su im na usnama i govore: “Tko nas čuje?”
Lo! thei schulen speke in her mouth, and a swerd in her lippis; for who herde?
8 No, ti im se smiješ, o Jahve, i rugaš se poganima svima.
And thou, Lord, schalt scorne hem; thou schalt bringe alle folkis to nouyt.
9 Jakosti moja, gledat ću na te, jer ti si, Bože, zaštita moja, Bog moj, milosrđe moje.
I schal kepe my strengthe to thee;
10 Bog neka mi pohiti u susret, nek' me razveseli nad dušmanima mojim!
for God is myn vptaker, my God, his mercy schal come byfore me.
11 Pobij ih, Bože, da mi narod ne zavode, zbuni i obori ih jakošću svojom, štite naš, Gospodine.
God schewide to me on myn enemyes, slee thou not hem; lest ony tyme my puples foryete. Scatere thou hem in thi vertu; and, Lord, my defender, putte thou hem doun.
12 Grijeh je svaka riječ usta njihovih: nek se uhvate u svoju oholost, u kletve i laži što ih govore!
Putte thou doun the trespas of her mouth, and the word of her lippis; and be thei takun in her pride. And of cursyng and of leesyng; thei schulen be schewid in the endyng.
13 Istrijebi ih u gnjevu, istrijebi da nestanu, nek' se zna da Bog vlada u Jakovu i do nakraj zemlje!
In the ire of ending, and thei schulen not be; and thei schulen wite, that the Lord schal be Lord of Jacob, and of the endis of erthe.
14 Uvečer se vraćaju, reže poput pasa i trče po gradu.
Thei schulen be turned at euentid, and thei as doggis schulen suffre hungur; and thei schulen cumpas the citee.
15 Nek' lutaju okolo tražeći hranu; i kad se nasite, neka zavijaju.
Thei schulen be scaterid abrood, for to eete; sotheli if thei ben not fillid, and thei schulen grutche.
16 A ja ću opjevati silu tvoju i klicat ću jutrom milosrđu tvome, jer mi ti postade utočište i sklonište u dan nevolje.
But Y schal synge thi strengthe; and eerli Y schal enhaunse thi merci. For thou art maad myn vptaker; and my refuyt, in the dai of my tribulacioun.
17 Jakosti moja, tebi ću pjevati, jer ti si, Bože, zaštita moja, Bog moj, milosrđe moje.
Myn helper, Y schal synge to thee; for thou art God, myn vptaker, my God, my mercy.
