| 1 ψαλμὸς τῷ Δαυιδ κρῖνόν με ὁ θεός καὶ δίκασον τὴν δίκην μου ἐξ ἔθνους οὐχ ὁσίου ἀπὸ ἀνθρώπου ἀδίκου καὶ δολίου ῥῦσαί με 2 ὅτι σὺ εἶ ὁ θεός κραταίωμά μου ἵνα τί ἀπώσω με καὶ ἵνα τί σκυθρωπάζων πορεύομαι ἐν τῷ ἐκθλίβειν τὸν ἐχθρόν μου 3 ἐξαπόστειλον τὸ φῶς σου καὶ τὴν ἀλήθειάν σου αὐτά με ὡδήγησαν καὶ ἤγαγόν με εἰς ὄρος ἅγιόν σου καὶ εἰς τὰ σκηνώματά σου 4 καὶ εἰσελεύσομαι πρὸς τὸ θυσιαστήριον τοῦ θεοῦ πρὸς τὸν θεὸν τὸν εὐφραίνοντα τὴν νεότητά μου ἐξομολογήσομαί σοι ἐν κιθάρᾳ ὁ θεὸς ὁ θεός μου 5 ἵνα τί περίλυπος εἶ ψυχή καὶ ἵνα τί συνταράσσεις με ἔλπισον ἐπὶ τὸν θεόν ὅτι ἐξομολογήσομαι αὐτῷ σωτήριον τοῦ προσώπου μου ὁ θεός μου |
1 O God, sustain my cause; give me redress against a race that knows no piety; save me from a treacherous foe and cruel. 2 Thou, O God, art all my strength; why hast thou cast me off? Must I go mourning, with enemies pressing me hard? 3 The light of thy presence, the fulfilment of thy promise, let these be my escort, bringing me safe to thy holy mountain, to the tabernacle where thou dwellest. 4 There I will go up to the altar of God, the giver of triumphant happiness; thou art my own God, with the harp I hymn thy praise. 5 Soul, art thou still downcast? Wilt thou never be at peace? Wait for God’s help; I will not cease to cry out in thankfulness, My champion and my God.[1] |
1 Judica me, Deus, et discerne causam meam de gente non sancta:
ab homine iniquo et doloso erue me. 2
Quia tu es, Deus, fortitudo mea: quare me repulisti?
et quare tristis incedo, dum affligit me inimicus? 3
Emitte lucem tuam et veritatem tuam:
ipsa me deduxerunt, et adduxerunt
in montem sanctum tuum, et in tabernacula tua. 4
Et introibo ad altare Dei,
ad Deum qui lætificat juventutem meam. 5
Confitebor tibi in cithara, Deus, Deus meus.
Quare tristis es, anima mea?
et quare conturbas me?
Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor illi,
salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus. |