Psalmi 17
1 Dāvida lūgšana. Kungs, ņem vērā taisnību, klausies uz manu brēkšanu, griez savas ausis uz manu lūgšanu, kas nenāk no viltīgām lūpām.
A Prayer of David. Hear the right, O LORD, attend unto my cry; give ear unto my prayer from lips without deceit.
2 No tava vaiga lai nāk mana tiesa; tavas acis skatās uz to, kas ir taisnība.
Let my judgment come forth from Thy presence; let Thine eyes behold equity.
3 Tu pārbaudi manu sirdi, Tu piemeklē to naktīs, Tu mani esi kausējis un nekā neatradis; es esmu apņēmies, ka manai mutei nebūs pārkāpt.
Thou hast tried my heart, Thou hast visited it in the night; Thou hast tested me, and Thou findest not that I had a thought which should not pass my mouth.
4 Pie cilvēku darbiem es sargos caur Tavas mutes vārdu no pārkāpēja pēdām.
As for the doings of men, by the word of Thy lips I have kept me from the ways of the violent.
5 Uzturi manu gājienu uz Taviem ceļiem, ka mani soļi nešaubās.
My steps have held fast to Thy paths, my feet have not slipped.
6 Es Tevi piesaucu, jo Tu mani paklausi, ak Dievs! Griez' Savu ausi pie manis, klausi manu valodu.
As for me, I call upon Thee, for Thou wilt answer me, O God; incline Thine ear unto me, hear my speech.
7 Parādi brīnišķi Savu žēlastību, Tu, kas glābi no pretiniekiem tos, kas tvērās pie Tavas labās rokas.
Make passing great Thy mercies, O Thou that savest by Thy right hand from assailants them that take refuge in Thee.
8 Pasargi mani kā acs raugu acī, apslēp mani savu spārnu pavēnī
Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me in the shadow of Thy wings,
9 No bezdievīgo vaiga, kas mani posta, no maniem nikniem ienaidniekiem, kas ap mani apmetās.
From the wicked that oppress, my deadly enemies, that compass me about.
10 Savu cieto sirdi tie aizslēguši, ar savu muti tie runā lepni.
Their gross heart they have shut tight, with their mouth they speak proudly.
11 Tie nu ir visapkārt ap mums mūsu ceļos, ar savām acīm tie glūn, mūs gāzt pie zemes.
At our every step they have now encompassed us; they set their eyes to cast us down to the earth.
12 Viņa ģīmis ir kā lauva, kas tīko saplosīt, un kā jauns lauva, kas sēž paslēpies.
He is like a lion that is eager to tear in pieces, and like a young lion lurking in secret places.
13 Celies, Kungs, steidzies viņam pretī, nogāz viņu, izglāb ar Savu zobenu manu dvēseli no bezdievīgā,
Arise, O LORD, confront him, cast him down; deliver my soul from the wicked, by Thy sword;
14 No tiem ļaudīm ar Savu roku, ak Kungs! no šās pasaules ļaudīm, kam sava tiesa ir šai dzīvībā, kam vēderu Tu pildi ar Savu mantu, kam dēlu papilnam, un kas savu mantu atstāj saviem bērniem.
From men, by Thy hand, O LORD, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life, and whose belly Thou fillest with Thy treasure; who have children in plenty, and leave their abundance to their babes.
15 Bet es skatīšu Tavu vaigu iekš taisnības, uzmodies mielošos no Tava ģīmja.
As for me, I shall behold Thy face in righteousness; I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with Thy likeness.
