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, O Jehovah, righteousness, attend my cry, Give ear [to] my prayer, without lips of deceit.
2 No tava vaiga lai nāk mana tiesa; tavas acis skatās uz to, kas ir taisnība.
From before thee my judgment doth go out; Thine eyes do see uprightly.
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 proved my heart, Thou hast inspected by night, Thou hast tried me, Thou findest nothing; My thoughts pass not over my mouth.
4 Pie cilvēku darbiem es sargos caur Tavas mutes vārdu no pārkāpēja pēdām.
As to doings of man, Through a word of Thy lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;
5 Uzturi manu gājienu uz Taviem ceļiem, ka mani soļi nešaubās.
To uphold my goings in Thy paths, My steps have not slidden.
6 Es Tevi piesaucu, jo Tu mani paklausi, ak Dievs! Griez' Savu ausi pie manis, klausi manu valodu.
I — I called Thee, for Thou dost answer me, O God, incline Thine ear to me, hear my speech.
7 Parādi brīnišķi Savu žēlastību, Tu, kas glābi no pretiniekiem tos, kas tvērās pie Tavas labās rokas.
Separate wonderfully Thy kindness, O Saviour of the confiding, By Thy right hand, from withstanders.
8 Pasargi mani kā acs raugu acī, apslēp mani savu spārnu pavēnī
Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.
9 No bezdievīgo vaiga, kas mani posta, no maniem nikniem ienaidniekiem, kas ap mani apmetās.
From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.
10 Savu cieto sirdi tie aizslēguši, ar savu muti tie runā lepni.
Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride:
11 Tie nu ir visapkārt ap mums mūsu ceļos, ar savām acīm tie glūn, mūs gāzt pie zemes.
'Our steps now have compassed [him];' Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.
12 Viņa ģīmis ir kā lauva, kas tīko saplosīt, un kā jauns lauva, kas sēž paslēpies.
His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.
13 Celies, Kungs, steidzies viņam pretī, nogāz viņu, izglāb ar Savu zobenu manu dvēseli no bezdievīgā,
Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, 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, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion [is] in life, And [with] Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied [with] sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
15 Bet es skatīšu Tavu vaigu iekš taisnības, uzmodies mielošos no Tava ģīmja.
I — in righteousness, I see Thy face; I am satisfied, in awaking, [with] Thy form!
