Psalms 138

1 David’s. I will give thee thanks with all my heart, Before the messengers of God, will I praise thee in song:

τῷ Δαυιδ ἐξομολογήσομαί σοι κύριε ἐν ὅλῃ καρδίᾳ μου ὅτι ἤκουσας τὰ ῥήματα τοῦ στόματός μου καὶ ἐναντίον ἀγγέλων ψαλῶ σοι

2 I will bow down towards thy holy temple, and thank thy Name, for thy lovingkindness and for thy faithfulness, For thou hast magnified, above all thy Name, thy word!

προσκυνήσω πρὸς ναὸν ἅγιόν σου καὶ ἐξομολογήσομαι τῷ ὀνόματί σου ἐπὶ τῷ ἐλέει σου καὶ τῇ ἀληθείᾳ σου ὅτι ἐμεγάλυνας ἐπὶ πᾶν ὄνομα τὸ λόγιόν σου

3 In the day I cried unto thee, then didst thou answer me, and didst excite me, in my soul, mightily.

ἐν ᾗ ἂν ἡμέρᾳ ἐπικαλέσωμαί σε ταχὺ ἐπάκουσόν μου πολυωρήσεις με ἐν ψυχῇ μου ἐν δυνάμει

4 All the kings of the earth, will thank thee, O Yahweh, when they have heard the sayings of thy mouth;

ἐξομολογησάσθωσάν σοι κύριε πάντες οἱ βασιλεῖς τῆς γῆς ὅτι ἤκουσαν πάντα τὰ ῥήματα τοῦ στόματός σου

5 And they will sing of the ways of Yahweh, That great is the glory of Yahweh:

καὶ ᾀσάτωσαν ἐν ταῖς ὁδοῖς κυρίου ὅτι μεγάλη ἡ δόξα κυρίου

6 Though lofty is Yahweh, yet, the lowly, he regardeth, but, the haughty—afar off, doth he acknowledge.

ὅτι ὑψηλὸς κύριος καὶ τὰ ταπεινὰ ἐφορᾷ καὶ τὰ ὑψηλὰ ἀπὸ μακρόθεν γινώσκει

7 Though I walk in the midst of distress, thou wilt give me life, —Because of the anger of my foes, thou wilt thrust forth thy hand, and thy right hand, will save me:

ἐὰν πορευθῶ ἐν μέσῳ θλίψεως ζήσεις με ἐπ’ ὀργὴν ἐχθρῶν μου ἐξέτεινας χεῖρά σου καὶ ἔσωσέν με ἡ δεξιά σου

8 Yahweh, will carry through my cause, —O Yahweh! thy lovingkindness, is age-abiding, The works of thine own hands, do not thou desert.

κύριος ἀνταποδώσει ὑπὲρ ἐμοῦ κύριε τὸ ἔλεός σου εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα τὰ ἔργα τῶν χειρῶν σου μὴ παρῇς