1Salmo di Davide. Benedetto sia il Signore, la mia rocca, che addestra le mie mani al combattimento e le mie dita alla battaglia;2egli è il mio benefattore e la mia fortezza, il mio alto riparo e il mio liberatore, il mio scudo, colui nel quale mi rifugio, che mi rende soggetto il mio popolo.3Signore, che cos’è l’uomo, perché te ne prenda cura? O il figlio dell’uomo perché tu ne tenga conto?4L’uomo è simile a un soffio, i suoi giorni sono come l’ombra che passa.5Signore, abbassa i tuoi cieli e scendi; tocca i monti e fa’ che fumino.6Fa’ guizzare il lampo e disperdi i miei nemici. Lancia le tue frecce e mettili in fuga.7Tendi le tue mani dall’alto, salvami e liberami dalle grandi acque, dalla mano degli stranieri,8la cui bocca dice menzogne e la cui destra[1] giura il falso.9O Dio, ti canterò un nuovo cantico; sul saltèrio a dieci corde salmeggerò a te,10che dai la vittoria ai re, che liberi il tuo servo Davide dalla spada micidiale.11Salvami e liberami dalla mano degli stranieri, la cui bocca dice menzogne e la cui destra giura il falso.12I nostri figli, nella loro gioventù, siano come piante novelle che crescono, e le nostre figlie come colonne scolpite per adornare un palazzo.13I nostri granai siano pieni e forniscano ogni specie di beni. Le nostre greggi moltiplichino a migliaia e a decine di migliaia nelle nostre campagne.14Le nostre giovenche siano feconde, e non vi sia breccia, né fuga, né grido nelle nostre piazze.15Beato il popolo che è in tale stato, beato il popolo il cui Dio è il Signore.
1Von David. Gepriesen sei der HERR, mein Fels, der meine Hände unterweist zum Kampf, meine Finger zum Krieg: (Sal 18,3; Sal 18,35)2Meine Gnade[1] und meine Burg, meine Zuflucht, mein Retter, mein Schild und der, bei dem ich mich berge, der mir Völker[2] unterwirft! (Sal 59,18)3HERR, was ist der Mensch, dass du Kenntnis von ihm nimmst, der Sohn des Menschen, dass du ihn beachtest? (Sal 8,5; Eb 2,6)4Der Mensch gleicht dem Hauch. Seine Tage sind wie ein vorübergehender Schatten. (Giob 8,9; Giob 14,2; Sal 39,6)5HERR, neige deinen Himmel und steige herab! Rühre die Berge an, dass sie rauchen! (Sal 18,10; Sal 104,32; Is 64,1)6Blitze mit Blitzen und zerstreue sie! Schieße deine Pfeile ab und verwirre sie! (Sal 18,15; Sal 64,8)7Strecke deine Hand aus von der Höhe! Reiße mich heraus und rette mich aus großen Wassern, aus der Hand der Söhne der Fremde, (Sal 18,17; Sal 124,4)8deren Mund Falsches[3] redet, deren Rechte eine Rechte der Lüge ist!9Gott, ein neues Lied will ich dir singen, auf der Harfe von zehn Saiten will ich dir spielen! (Sal 33,2)10Dir, der Rettung gibt den Königen, der seinen Knecht David entreißt dem verderblichen Schwert. (Sal 18,51; Sal 132,10; Sal 140,8)11Reiße mich heraus und rette mich aus der Hand der Söhne der Fremde, deren Mund Falsches[4] redet und deren Rechte eine Rechte der Lüge ist.12Dass unsere Söhne sind wie Pflanzen, die großgezogen wurden in ihrer Jugend, unsere Töchter gleich Ecksäulen, geschnitzt nach der Bauart eines Palastes. (Sal 128,3)13Unsere Speicher seien gefüllt, sie mögen ⟨Nahrung⟩ spenden von jeglicher Art! Unser Kleinvieh mehre sich tausendfach, zehntausendfach auf unseren Fluren! (Le 26,5; De 7,13; Sal 65,14)14Unsere Rinder seien trächtig, ohne Riss[5] und Fehlgeburt! Kein Klagegeschrei sei auf unseren Plätzen! (Le 26,6; Is 65,19)15Glücklich das Volk, dem es so ergeht! Glücklich das Volk, dessen Gott der HERR ist! (Sal 33,12)
1Of David. Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; (Sal 18,2; Sal 18,31; Sal 18,34; Sal 18,46)2he is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples[1] under me. (Sal 7,10; Sal 18,2; Sal 18,47; Sal 59,9; Sal 59,10; Sal 59,17; Sal 91,2; Gion 2,8)3O Lord, what is man that you regard him, or the son of man that you think of him? (Sal 8,4; Sal 31,7)4Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow. (Giob 8,9; Sal 39,5; Sal 102,11; Sal 109,23)5Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down! Touch the mountains so that they smoke! (Sal 18,9; Sal 104,32; Is 64,1)6Flash forth the lightning and scatter them; send out your arrows and rout them! (Sal 18,14)7Stretch out your hand from on high; rescue me and deliver me from the many waters, from the hand of foreigners, (Sal 18,16; Sal 18,44; Sal 69,14)8whose mouths speak lies and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. (Gen 14,22; De 32,40; Sal 12,2; Sal 41,6; Sal 106,26; Is 62,8)9I will sing a new song to you, O God; upon a ten-stringed harp I will play to you, (Sal 33,2)10who gives victory to kings, who rescues David his servant from the cruel sword. (Sal 18,50)11Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners, whose mouths speak lies and whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood. (Sal 144,7; Sal 144,8)12May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown, our daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure of a palace; (Sal 128,3; Zac 9,15)13may our granaries be full, providing all kinds of produce; may our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields; (Is 30,23; Gioe 2,24)14may our cattle be heavy with young, suffering no mishap or failure in bearing;[2] may there be no cry of distress in our streets! (Is 24,11; Ger 14,2; Ger 46,12)15Blessed are the people to whom such blessings fall! Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord! (De 33,29; Sal 33,12; Sal 146,5)
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1A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:2My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.3LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!4Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.5Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.6Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.7Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;8Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.9I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.10It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.11Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:12That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:13That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:14That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.15Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea , happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.