Psalms 64

1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. Hear, O God, my voice when I complain, From dread peril by the foe, wilt thou guard my life.

В конец, псалом Давиду. Услыши, Боже, глас мой, внегда молитимися к тебе: от страха вражия изми душу мою.

2 Wilt thou hide me, From the conclave of evil-doers, From the crowd of workers of iniquity.

Покрый мя от сонма лукавнующих, от множества делающих неправду:

3 Who have sharpened, like a sword, their tongue, Have made ready their arrow—a bitter word;

иже изостриша яко мечь языки своя, напрягоша лук свой, вещь горьку,

4 To shoot, in secret places, at the blameless one, Suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.

состреляти в тайных непорочна: внезапу состреляют его, и не убоятся.

5 They strengthen for them a wicked word, They talk of hiding snares, They have said, Who can see them?

Утвердиша себе слово лукавое: поведаша скрыти сеть, реша: кто узрит их?

6 They devise perverse things, They have completed the device well devised, Both the intent of each one, and the mind, are unsearchable.

Испыташа беззаконие: изчезоша испытающии испытания: приступит человек, и сердце глубоко.

7 Once let God have shot at them an arrow, Suddenly have appeared their own wounds!

И вознесется Бог: стрелы младенец быша язвы их,

8 When they were to have ruined another, their tongue smote themselves, All who observe them take flight.

и изнемогоша на ня языцы их: смутишася вси видящии их.

9 Therefore have all men feared, —And have told the doing of God, And, his work, have considered.

И убояся всяк человек: и возвестиша дела Божия, и творения Его разумеша.

10 The righteous man shall rejoice in Yahweh, and seek refuge in him, Then shall glory—all who are upright in heart.

Возвеселится праведник о Господе и уповает на Него: и похвалятся вси правии сердцем.