Psalms 71
1 In Thee, O Jehovah, I have trusted, Let me not be ashamed to the age.
τῷ Δαυιδ υἱῶν Ιωναδαβ καὶ τῶν πρώτων αἰχμαλωτισθέντων ὁ θεός ἐπὶ σοὶ ἤλπισα μὴ καταισχυνθείην εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα
2 In Thy righteousness Thou dost deliver me, And dost cause me to escape, Incline unto me Thine ear, and save me.
ἐν τῇ δικαιοσύνῃ σου ῥῦσαί με καὶ ἐξελοῦ με κλῖνον πρός με τὸ οὖς σου καὶ σῶσόν με
3 Be to me for a rock — a habitation, To go in continually, Thou hast given command to save me, For my rock and my bulwark [art] Thou.
γενοῦ μοι εἰς θεὸν ὑπερασπιστὴν καὶ εἰς τόπον ὀχυρὸν τοῦ σῶσαί με ὅτι στερέωμά μου καὶ καταφυγή μου εἶ σύ
4 O my God, cause me to escape From the hand of the wicked, From the hand of the perverse and violent.
ὁ θεός μου ῥῦσαί με ἐκ χειρὸς ἁμαρτωλοῦ ἐκ χειρὸς παρανομοῦντος καὶ ἀδικοῦντος
5 For Thou [art] my hope, O Lord Jehovah, My trust from my youth.
ὅτι σὺ εἶ ἡ ὑπομονή μου κύριε κύριος ἡ ἐλπίς μου ἐκ νεότητός μου
6 By Thee I have been supported from the womb, From my mother's bowels Thou dost cut me out, In Thee [is] my praise continually.
ἐπὶ σὲ ἐπεστηρίχθην ἀπὸ γαστρός ἐκ κοιλίας μητρός μου σύ μου εἶ σκεπαστής ἐν σοὶ ἡ ὕμνησίς μου διὰ παντός
7 As a wonder I have been to many, And Thou [art] my strong refuge.
ὡσεὶ τέρας ἐγενήθην τοῖς πολλοῖς καὶ σὺ βοηθὸς κραταιός
8 Filled is my mouth [with] Thy praise, All the day [with] Thy beauty.
πληρωθήτω τὸ στόμα μου αἰνέσεως ὅπως ὑμνήσω τὴν δόξαν σου ὅλην τὴν ἡμέραν τὴν μεγαλοπρέπειάν σου
9 Cast me not off at the time of old age, According to the consumption of my power forsake me not.
μὴ ἀπορρίψῃς με εἰς καιρὸν γήρους ἐν τῷ ἐκλείπειν τὴν ἰσχύν μου μὴ ἐγκαταλίπῃς με
10 For mine enemies have spoken against me, And those watching my soul have taken counsel together,
ὅτι εἶπαν οἱ ἐχθροί μου ἐμοὶ καὶ οἱ φυλάσσοντες τὴν ψυχήν μου ἐβουλεύσαντο ἐπὶ τὸ αὐτὸ
11 Saying, 'God hath forsaken him, Pursue and catch him, for there is no deliverer.'
λέγοντες ὁ θεὸς ἐγκατέλιπεν αὐτόν καταδιώξατε καὶ καταλάβετε αὐτόν ὅτι οὐκ ἔστιν ὁ ῥυόμενος
12 O God, be not far from me, O my God, for my help make haste.
ὁ θεός μὴ μακρύνῃς ἀπ’ ἐμοῦ ὁ θεός μου εἰς τὴν βοήθειάν μου πρόσχες
13 They are ashamed, they are consumed, Who are opposing my soul, They are covered [with] reproach and blushing, Who are seeking my evil,
αἰσχυνθήτωσαν καὶ ἐκλιπέτωσαν οἱ ἐνδιαβάλλοντες τὴν ψυχήν μου περιβαλέσθωσαν αἰσχύνην καὶ ἐντροπὴν οἱ ζητοῦντες τὰ κακά μοι
14 And I continually do wait with hope, And have added unto all Thy praise.
ἐγὼ δὲ διὰ παντὸς ἐλπιῶ καὶ προσθήσω ἐπὶ πᾶσαν τὴν αἴνεσίν σου
15 My mouth recounteth Thy righteousness, All the day Thy salvation, For I have not known the numbers.
τὸ στόμα μου ἐξαγγελεῖ τὴν δικαιοσύνην σου ὅλην τὴν ἡμέραν τὴν σωτηρίαν σου ὅτι οὐκ ἔγνων γραμματείας
16 I come in the might of the Lord Jehovah, I mention Thy righteousness — Thine only.
εἰσελεύσομαι ἐν δυναστείᾳ κυρίου κύριε μνησθήσομαι τῆς δικαιοσύνης σου μόνου
17 God, Thou hast taught me from my youth, And hitherto I declare Thy wonders.
ἐδίδαξάς με ὁ θεός ἐκ νεότητός μου καὶ μέχρι νῦν ἀπαγγελῶ τὰ θαυμάσιά σου
18 And also unto old age and grey hairs, O God, forsake me not, Till I declare Thy strength to a generation, To every one that cometh Thy might.
καὶ ἕως γήρους καὶ πρεσβείου ὁ θεός μὴ ἐγκαταλίπῃς με ἕως ἂν ἀπαγγείλω τὸν βραχίονά σου πάσῃ τῇ γενεᾷ τῇ ἐρχομένῃ τὴν δυναστείαν σου καὶ τὴν δικαιοσύνην σου
19 And Thy righteousness, O God, [is] unto the heights, Because Thou hast done great things, O God, who [is] like Thee?
ὁ θεός ἕως ὑψίστων ἃ ἐποίησας μεγαλεῖα ὁ θεός τίς ὅμοιός σοι
20 Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back — Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back — Thou bringest me up.
ὅσας ἔδειξάς μοι θλίψεις πολλὰς καὶ κακάς καὶ ἐπιστρέψας ἐζωοποίησάς με καὶ ἐκ τῶν ἀβύσσων τῆς γῆς πάλιν ἀνήγαγές με
21 Thou dost increase my greatness, And Thou surroundest — Thou comfortest me,
ἐπλεόνασας τὴν μεγαλοσύνην σου καὶ ἐπιστρέψας παρεκάλεσάς με καὶ ἐκ τῶν ἀβύσσων τῆς γῆς πάλιν ἀνήγαγές με
22 I also thank Thee with a vessel of psaltery, Thy truth, O my God, I sing to Thee with a harp, O Holy One of Israel,
καὶ γὰρ ἐγὼ ἐξομολογήσομαί σοι ἐν σκεύει ψαλμοῦ τὴν ἀλήθειάν σου ὁ θεός ψαλῶ σοι ἐν κιθάρᾳ ὁ ἅγιος τοῦ Ισραηλ
23 My lips cry aloud when I sing praise to Thee, And my soul that Thou hast redeemed,
ἀγαλλιάσονται τὰ χείλη μου ὅταν ψάλω σοι καὶ ἡ ψυχή μου ἣν ἐλυτρώσω
24 My tongue also all the day uttereth Thy righteousness, Because ashamed — because confounded, Have been those seeking my evil!
ἔτι δὲ καὶ ἡ γλῶσσά μου ὅλην τὴν ἡμέραν μελετήσει τὴν δικαιοσύνην σου ὅταν αἰσχυνθῶσιν καὶ ἐντραπῶσιν οἱ ζητοῦντες τὰ κακά μοι
