Psalms 10
1 Wherefore, O Lord, standest thou afar off? hidest thyself in times of distress?
Kāpēc Tu, Kungs, stāvi no tālienes, paslēpies bēdu laikā?
2 In the pride of the wicked doth he hotly pursue the poor: they are seized through the plans that those have devised.
No bezdievīgā lepnības bailes nāk nabagam; lai tie top gūstīti savās blēņās, ko tie izdomājuši.
3 For the wicked boasteth of the longing of his soul, and the robber blesseth himself when he hath despised the Lord.
Jo bezdievīgais lielās ar savas dvēseles kārību, plēsējs lād, viņš zaimo To Kungu.
4 The wicked, according to the pride of his wrathfulness, [saith, ] He will not require, There is no God [in] all his plans.
Bezdievīgais savā lielā lepnībā nebēdā par nevienu; visas viņa domas ir: Dieva neesam.
5 Prosperous are his ways at all times; far in the height [remain] thy punishments away from him: all his assailants—he puffeth at them.
Viņa ceļi allažiņ izdodas, Tava sodība ir tālu no viņa; šņākdams viņš turas pret visiem saviem pretiniekiem.
6 He saith in his heart, I shall not be moved; I shall be for many generations, and without adversity.
Viņš saka savā sirdī: es netapšu kustināts, jo ļaunumā es nenākšu līdz radu radiem.
7 Of the false oaths is his mouth full, and deceit and fraud: under his tongue is mischief and wickedness.
Viņa mute pilna lāstu un viltus un varmācības, apakš viņa mēles ir grūtums un bēdas.
8 He sitteth in the lurking-places of the villages; in the secret places doth he murder the innocent: his eyes search for the unfortunate.
Viņš, sēž paslēpies aiz sētām, viņš nokauj nenoziedzīgo slepenās vietās, viņa acis glūn uz nabagu.
9 He lieth in wait in a secret place like a lion in his den; he lieth in wait to snatch up the poor: he snatcheth up the poor, as they draweth him into his net.
Viņš glūn slepenībā kā lauva savā alā, viņš glūn sakampt bēdīgo, viņš sakampj bēdīgo, to ievilkdams savā tīklā.
10 He croucheth, he bendeth himself, and the unfortunate fall through his might.
Viņš tup un nometās un uzkrīt ar varu nelaimīgiem.
11 He saith in his heart, God hath forgotten; he hath hidden his face; he will never see it.
Viņš saka savā sirdī: Dievs ir aizmirsis, Viņš Savu vaigu apslēpis, Viņš neredz ne mūžam.
12 Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up thy hand: forget not the afflicted.
Celies, ak Dievs Kungs, pacel Savu roku, neaizmirsti bēdīgos.
13 For what doth the wicked despise God? [why] doth he say in his heart, Thou wilt not require it?
Kādēļ bezdievīgais Dievu zaimos un sacīs savā sirdī: Tu nemeklēsi?
14 Thou hast seen it: for thou beholdest mischief and despiteful acts, to requite it with thy hand: unto thee the unfortunate committeth himself; unto the fatherless hast thou [ever] been a helper.
Tu gan redzi, jo Tu uzlūko mokas un sirdēstus, likdams to Savās rokās; nelaimīgais uz Tevi paļaujas, Tu esi bāriņa palīgs.
15 Break thou the arm of the wicked; and of the bad man—thou wilt inquire for his wickedness [till] thou find none.
Salauz bezdievīgā elkoni un meklē ļaunā bezdievību, ka to vairs neatrod.
16 The Lord is King for ever and ever: nations are perished out of his land.
Tas Kungs ir ķēniņš mūžīgi mūžam; pagāni ir bojā gājuši no Viņa zemes,
17 The longing of the afflicted dost thou hear, O Lord! thou wilt strengthen their heart, thou wilt cause thy ear to listen:
Nabagu ilgošanos Tu klausi, ak Kungs! Tu viņiem sirdi stiprini, Tava auss to liek vērā,
18 To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that not farther more shall be arrogant the mortal from the earth.
Tiesu nesdams bāriņam un apspiestam, lai cilvēks, kas no zemes, vairs nedara varas darbus.
