Psalms 7
1 For the ignoraunce of Dauid, which he songe to the Lord on the wordis of Ethiopien, the sone of Gemyny. Mi Lord God, Y haue hopid in thee; make thou me saaf fro alle that pursuen me, and delyuere thou me.
Pesem meševita Davidova, katero je pel Gospodu na besede Kusa Benjaminca. Gospod, Bog moj, k tebi pribegam; reši me vseh preganjalcev mojih in oprosti me.
2 Lest ony tyme he as a lioun rauysche my soule; the while noon is that ayenbieth, nether that makith saaf.
Da ne zgrabi kakor lev duše moje in raztrga, ko ni pomočnika.
3 Mi Lord God, if Y dide this thing, if wickidnesse is in myn hondis;
Gospod, Bog moj, ako sem storil tisto, ako je krivica na rokah mojih:
4 if Y `yeldide to men yeldynge to me yuels, falle Y `bi disseruyng voide fro myn enemyes;
Ako sem storil hudo v miru živečemu z menoj, ki sem mu rad pomagal, kateri me je zatiral po krivem:
5 myn enemy pursue my soule, and take, and defoule my lijf in erthe; and brynge my glorie in to dust.
Preganja naj sovražnik dušo mojo in dohiti ter potepta na tleh življenje moje; in storí naj, da v prahu biva slava moja.
6 Lord, rise thou vp in thin ire; and be thou reysid in the coostis of myn enemyes.
Vstani, Gospod, v jezi svoji; dvigni se silno razkačen proti njim, ki me zatirajo; in čuj nad menoj, sodbo si zapovedal.
7 And, my Lord God, rise thou in the comaundement, which thou `hast comaundid; and the synagoge of puplis schal cumpasse thee.
Torej narodov zbor naj te obdá in nad njim vrni se v višavo.
8 And for this go thou ayen an hiy; the Lord demeth puplis. Lord, deme thou me bi my riytfulnesse; and bi myn innocence on me.
Gospod sodi ljudstva; sodi me, Gospod, po pravičnosti moji in po nedolžnosti moji razsodi zame.
9 The wickidnesse of synneris be endid; and thou, God, sekyng the hertis and reynes, schalt dresse a iust man.
Propade naj, prosim, zlo krivičnih, in pravičnega utrdi; kakor preiskuješ srca in obisti, Bog pravični.
10 Mi iust help is of the Lord; that makith saaf riytful men in herte.
Ščit moj je v Bogu, ki daje blaginjo pravičnim v srci,
11 The Lord is a iust iuge, stronge and pacient; whether he is wrooth bi alle daies?
V Bogu, ki je pravičnemu bramba in Bogu mogočnem, ki se srdi vsak dan.
12 If ye ben `not conuertid, he schal florische his swerd; he hath bent his bouwe, and made it redi.
Ako se ne izpreobrne krivični, nabrusi svoj meč; lok svoj je napél in pomeril vanj.
13 And therynne he hath maad redi the vessels of deth; he hath fulli maad his arewis with brennynge thingis.
Pomeril je vanj smrtno orožje; pušice svoje zgrabi zoper divjajoče.
14 Lo! he conseyuede sorewe; he peynfuli brouyte forth vnriytfulnesse, and childide wickidnesse.
Glej, rodil bode ničemurnost; kakor je spočel nadlogo, tako bode rodil laž.
15 He openide a lake, and diggide it out; and he felde in to the dich which he made.
Vodnjak je kopal in izglobal ga; vanj je planil, v jami opravljat delo svoje.
16 His sorewe schal be turned in to his heed; and his wickidnesse schal come doun in to his necke.
Povrne se nadloga njegova na glavo njegovo in nad téme njegovo pride njegova krivica.
17 I schal knouleche to the Lord bi his riytfulnesse; and Y schal synge to the name of the hiyeste Lord.
Slaviti hočem Gospoda po pravici njegovi in prepeval bodem imenu Gospoda najvišjega.
