Psalmi 10
1 Zašto, Gospode, stojiš daleko, kriješ se kad je nevolja?
Lord, whi hast thou go fer awei? thou dispisist `in couenable tymes in tribulacioun.
2 S oholosti bezbožnikove muèe se ubogi; hvataju se ubogi prijevarom koju izmišljaju bezbožnici.
While the wickid is proud, the pore man is brent; thei ben taken in the counsels, bi whiche thei thenken.
3 Jer se bezbožnik dièi željom duše svoje, grabljivca pohvaljuje.
Forwhi the synnere is preisid in the desiris of his soule; and the wickid is blessid.
4 Bezbožnik u obijesti svojoj ne mari za Gospoda: “on ne vidi.” Nema Boga u mislima njegovijem.
The synnere `wraththide the Lord; vp the multitude of his ire he schal not seke.
5 Svagda su putovi njegovi krivi; za sudove tvoje ne zna; na neprijatelje svoje neæe ni da gleda.
God is not in his siyt; hise weies ben defoulid in al tyme. God, thi domes ben takun awei fro his face; he schal be lord of alle hise enemyes.
6 U srcu svojem veli: neæu posrnuti; zlo neæe doæi nigda.
For he seide in his herte, Y schal not be moued, fro generacioun in to generacioun without yuel.
7 Usta su mu puna nevaljalijeh rijeèi, prijevare i uvrede, pod jezikom je njegovijem muka i pogibao.
`Whos mouth is ful of cursyng, and of bitternesse, and of gyle; trauel and sorewe is vndur his tunge.
8 Sjedi u zasjedi iza kuæe; u potaji ubija pravoga; oèi njegove vrebaju ubogoga.
He sittith in aspies with ryche men in priuytees; to sle the innocent man.
9 Sjedi u potaji kao lav u peæini; sjedi u zasjedi da uhvati ubogoga; hvata ubogoga uvukavši u mrežu svoju.
Hise iyen biholden on a pore man; he settith aspies in hid place, as a lioun in his denne. He settith aspies, for to rauysche a pore man; for to rauysche a pore man, while he drawith the pore man.
10 Pritaji se, prilegne, i ubogi padaju u jake nokte njegove.
In his snare he schal make meke the pore man; he schal bowe hym silf, and schal falle doun, whanne he hath be lord of pore men.
11 Kaže u srcu svome: “Bog je zaboravio, okrenuo je lice svoje, neæe vidjeti nigda.”
For he seide in his herte, God hath foryete; he hath turned awei his face, that he se not in to the ende.
12 Ustani, Gospode! digni ruku svoju, ne zaboravi nevoljnijeh.
Lord God, rise thou vp, and thin hond be enhaunsid; foryete thou not pore men.
13 Zašto bezbožnik da ne mari za Boga govoreæi u srcu svom da ti neæeš vidjeti?
For what thing terride the wickid man God to wraththe? for he seide in his herte, God schal not seke.
14 Ti vidiš; jer gledaš uvrede i muke i pišeš ih na ruci. Tebi predaje sebe ubogi; siroti ti si pomoænik.
Thou seest, for thou biholdist trauel and sorewe; that thou take hem in to thin hondis. The pore man is left to thee; thou schalt be an helpere to the fadirles and modirles.
15 Satri mišicu bezbožnome i zlome, da se traži i ne naðe bezbožnost njegova.
Al to-breke thou the arme of the synnere, and yuel willid; his synne schal be souyt, and it schal not be foundun.
16 Gospod je car svagda, dovijeka, nestaæe neznabožaca sa zemlje njegove.
The Lord schal regne with outen ende, and in to the world of world; folkis, ye schulen perische fro the lond of hym.
17 Gospode! ti èuješ želje ništih; utvrdi srce njihovo; otvori uho svoje,
The Lord hath herd the desir of pore men; thin eere hath herd the makyng redi of her herte.
18 Da daš sud siroti i nevoljniku, da prestanu goniti èovjeka sa zemlje.
To deme for the modirles `and meke; that a man `leie to no more to `magnyfie hym silf on erthe.
