स्तोत्रसंहिता 51
1 १ मुख्य गायकासाठी; दाविदाचे स्तोत्र; जेव्हा तो बथशेबापाशी गेल्यानंतर नाथान भविष्यवादी त्याच्याकडे आला तेव्हाचे. हे देवा, तू आपल्या प्रेमदयेमुळे माझ्यावर दया कर, तुझ्या पुष्कळ दयाळूपणाच्या कृत्यांनी माझ्या अपराधांचे डाग पुसून टाक.
To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. When Nathan the Prophet had come to him, after he had gone in unto Bath-sheba. Be favorable unto me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness, And, in the multitude of thy compassions, blot out my transgressions;
Thoroughly wash me from mine iniquity, And, from my sin, make me pure;
For, my transgressions, do, I, acknowledge, And, my sin, is before me continually:
4 ४ तुझ्याविरूद्ध, फक्त तुझ्याविरूद्ध मी पाप केले आहे, आणि तुझ्या दृष्टीने जे वाईट ते मी केले आहे. जेव्हा तू बोलतोस तर तू सत्य बोलतो. तू न्याय करतो तेव्हा योग्य करतो.
Against thee—against thee alone, have I sinned, And, wickedness—in thine eyes, have I done, —That thou mayest, Be justified when thou speakest, —Be clear when thou judgest.
Lo! in iniquity, was I brought forth, And, in sin, did my mother conceive me.
Lo! faithfulness, hast thou desired in the inward parts, Yea, in the hidden part, wilt thou cause me to know, wisdom.
7 ७ मला शुध्द करण्यासाठी तू एजोब वनस्पती वापर, मी शुद्ध होईन, मला धुऊन शुद्ध कर आणि मी बर्फापेक्षा शुद्ध होईन.
Wilt thou cleanse me from sin with hyssop, That I may be pure? Wilt thou wash me, That I may be whiter, than snow?
Wilt thou cause me to hear joy and gladness? The bones thou hast crushed would exult.
Hide thy face from my sins, —And, all mine iniquities, blot out;
A pure heart, create for me, O God, And, a steadfast spirit, renew within me.
Do not cast me away from thy presence, And, thy Holy Spirit, do not take from me:
Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation, And, with a willing spirit, wilt thou uphold me: —
I would teach transgressors thy ways, And, sinners, unto thee, should return.
14 १४ हे माझ्या तारणाऱ्या देवा, रक्तपाताच्या दोषापासून मला क्षमा कर, आणि मी तुझ्या न्यायीपणाबद्दल मोठ्याने ओरडेन.
Rescue me from shed-blood, O God, the God of my salvation, My tongue should shout thy righteousness;
O My Lord! my lips, wilt thou open, And, my mouth, shall declare thy praise.
For thou wilt not desire sacrifice—that I should give it, Ascending-offering, will not please:
The sacrifices of God, are a spirit that is broken, —A heart—broken and crushed, O God, thou wilt not despise.
Do good, in thy good-pleasure, unto Zion, Wilt thou build the walls of Jerusalem!
19 १९ तेव्हा न्यायीपणाचे यज्ञ, होमार्पणे, आणि सकल होमार्पणे तुला आवडतील. तेव्हा तुझ्या वेदीवर बैल अर्पिले जातील.
Then, shalt thou desire the sacrifices of righteousness, Ascending-sacrifice and whole burnt-offering, Then, shall ascend upon thine altar, young bulls.
