ਜ਼ਬੂਰ 109
TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. O God of my praise, do not be silent,
For the mouth of wickedness, and the mouth of deceit, They have opened against me, They have spoken with me—A tongue of falsehood, and words of hatred!
They have surrounded me about, And they fight me without cause.
For my love they oppose me, and I—prayer!
And they set against me evil for good, And hatred for my love.
Appoint the wicked over him, And an adversary stands at his right hand.
In his being judged, he goes forth wicked, And his prayer is for sin.
His days are few, another takes his oversight,
His sons are fatherless, and his wife a widow.
And his sons wander continually, Indeed, they have begged, And have sought out of their dry places.
An exactor lays a snare for all that he has, And strangers spoil his labor.
He has none to extend kindness, Nor is there one showing favor to his orphans.
His posterity is for cutting off, Their name is blotted out in another generation.
The iniquity of his fathers Is remembered to YHWH, And the sin of his mother is not blotted out.
They are continually before YHWH, And He cuts off their memorial from earth.
16 ੧੬ ਕਿਉਂ ਜੋ ਉਹ ਨੇ ਦਯਾ ਕਰਨੀ ਚੇਤੇ ਨਾ ਰੱਖੀ, ਪਰ ਉਹ ਮਸਕੀਨ, ਕੰਗਾਲ ਤੇ ਟੁੱਟੇ ਦਿਲ ਵਾਲੇ ਨੂੰ ਮਾਰ ਸੁੱਟਣ ਲਈ ਪਿੱਛੇ ਪਿਆ,
Because that he has not remembered to do kindness, And pursues the poor man and needy, And the struck of heart—to slay,
17 ੧੭ ਹਾਂ, ਉਹ ਨੇ ਫਿਟਕਾਰ ਨਾਲ ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਰੱਖੀ, ਸੋ ਉਹ ਉਸ ਤੇ ਆ ਪਈ, ਅਤੇ ਬਰਕਤ ਤੋਂ ਉਹ ਖੁਸ਼ ਨਹੀਂ ਸੀ, ਸੋ ਉਹ ਉਸ ਤੋਂ ਦੂਰ ਰਹੀ,
And he loves reviling, and it meets him, And he has not delighted in blessing, And it is far from him.
18 ੧੮ ਅਤੇ ਉਹ ਨੇ ਫਿਟਕਾਰ ਨੂੰ ਆਪਣੇ ਬਸਤਰ ਵਾਂਗੂੰ ਪਾਇਆ ਹੋਇਆ ਸੀ, ਅਤੇ ਉਹ ਪਾਣੀ ਵਾਂਗੂੰ ਉਹ ਦੇ ਅੰਦਰ, ਅਤੇ ਉਹ ਦੀਆਂ ਹੱਡੀਆਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਤੇਲ ਵਾਂਗੂੰ ਸਮਾਈ ਹੋਈ ਸੀ।
And he puts on reviling as his robe, And it comes in as water into his midst, And as oil into his bones.
19 ੧੯ ਉਹ ਉਸ ਲਈ ਉਸ ਲੀੜੇ ਵਾਂਗੂੰ ਹੋ ਜਾਵੇ ਜਿਹ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਉਹ ਆਪਣੇ ਆਪ ਨੂੰ ਢੱਕੇ, ਤੇ ਉਸ ਪੇਟੀ ਵਾਂਗੂੰ ਜਿਹ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਉਹ ਆਪਣੀ ਕਮਰ ਕੱਸਦਾ ਰਹੇ!
It is to him as apparel—he covers himself, And he girds it on for a continual girdle.
This [is] the wage of my accusers from YHWH, And of those speaking evil against my soul.
And You, O Lord YHWH, Deal with me for Your Name’s sake, Because Your kindness [is] good, deliver me.
For I [am] poor and needy, And my heart has been pierced in my midst.
I have gone as a shadow when it is stretched out, I have been driven away as a locust.
My knees have been feeble from fasting, And my flesh has failed of fatness.
And I have been a reproach to them, They see me, they shake their head.
Help me, O YHWH my God, Save me, according to Your kindness.
And they know that this [is] Your hand, You, O YHWH, You have done it.
They revile, and You bless, They have risen, and are ashamed, And Your servant rejoices.
My accusers put on blushing, and are covered, Their shame [is] as an upper robe.
I thank YHWH greatly with my mouth, And I praise Him in the midst of many,
For He stands at the right hand of the needy, To save from those judging his soul.
