Psalms 10
1 Why standest thou farre off, O Lord, and hidest thee in due time, euen in affliction?
Zakaj bivaš v daljavi, Gospod! zakaj se skrivaš v časih, ko smo v stiski?
2 The wicked with pride doeth persecute the poore: let them be taken in the craftes that they haue imagined.
Prevzetnost krivičnega hudo straši siromaka ubozega; zgrabijo se naj v naklepih, katere izmišljajo.
3 For the wicked hath made boast of his owne heartes desire, and the couetous blesseth himselfe: he contemneth the Lord.
Ker krivični hvali dušo svojo v njenem hrepenenji, in njega, ki išče dobička, blagoslavlja, draži Gospoda.
4 The wicked is so proude that hee seeketh not for God: hee thinketh alwayes, There is no God.
Krivični v napuhu svojega obraza: On ne kaznuje, ni Boga, té so vse misli njegove.
5 His wayes alway prosper: thy iudgements are hie aboue his sight: therefore defieth he all his enemies.
Varna so pota njegova v vsakem času; previsoko so pogledu njegovemu sodbe tvoje: kateri koli so sovražniki njegovi, vanje piha žarjavico.
6 He saith in his heart, I shall neuer be moued, nor be in danger.
V srci svojem govori: Ne umaknem se, v nobeni dobi ne bodem v nesreči.
7 His mouth is full of cursing and deceite and fraude: vnder his tongue is mischiefe and iniquitie.
Preklinjanja polna so usta njegova in zvijač in goljufije; pod jezikom njegovim je nadlega in ničemurnost.
8 He lieth in waite in the villages: in the secret places doeth hee murder the innocent: his eyes are bent against the poore.
Poseda v votlini vašî, v zatišji, da bi ubil nedolžnega; oči njegove se skrivajo zoper onemoglega.
9 He lyeth in waite secretly, euen as a lyon in his denne: he lyeth in waite to spoyle the poore: he doeth spoyle the poore, when he draweth him into his net.
V zatišji preži, kakor lev v svojem brlogu; preži, da zgrabi siromaka ubozega; zgrabil bi rad siromaka ubozega, potegnil ga v mrežo svojo.
10 He croucheth and boweth: therefore heaps of the poore doe fall by his might.
Sklujči se, potuhne se; in s krepkimi udi svojimi se zgrudi, kakor da so onemogli.
11 He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten, he hideth away his face, and will neuer see.
V srci svojem govori: Pozabil je Bog mogočni; obličje svoje skriva, ne ozré se nikoli.
12 Arise, O Lord God: lift vp thine hande: forget not the poore.
Vstani, Gospod, Bog mogočni, dvigni roko svojo; ne pozabi siromakov ubozih.
13 Wherefore doeth the wicked contemne God? he saith in his heart, Thou wilt not regard.
Zakaj draži krivični Boga? v srci svojem govori, da ne bodeš térjal?
14 Yet thou hast seene it: for thou beholdest mischiefe and wrong, that thou mayest take it into thine handes: the poore committeth himselfe vnto thee: for thou art the helper of the fatherlesse.
Zazdelo se je tebi, ko gledaš nadlego in gorjé, vzeti jih v roko svojo; brambi tvoji se izroča onemogli; siroti si tí pomočnik.
15 Breake thou the arme of the wicked and malicious: searche his wickednes, and thou shalt finde none.
Zdrôbi roko krivičnemu in hudobnemu; preiskuj krivico njegovo, dokler je ne najdeš več.
16 The Lord is King for euer and euer: the heathen are destroyed foorth of his land.
Gospod je kralj večni; poginili so narodi sè zemlje njegove.
17 Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poore: thou preparest their heart: thou bendest thine eare to them,
Hrepenenje krotkih si uslišal, Gospod; potolaži tem srce, nagni svoje uho,
18 To iudge the fatherlesse and poore, that earthly man cause to feare no more.
Maščujoč siroto in siromaka, da ga ne bode dalje izganjal človek silovito iz dežele.
