Psalm 55 | Священное Писание, Восточный перевод

1 Дирижёру хора. На мотив«О голубке в дальней дубраве». Мольба Давуда, когда филистимляне схватили его в Гате*. 2 Всевышний, помилуй меня, потому что люди меня затравили; всякий день, нападая, меня теснят. 3 Враг травит меня всякий день; как же много воюющих со мной, о Высочайший!* 4 Когда мне страшно, я на Тебя полагаюсь. 5 На Всевышнего, Чьё слово я славлю, на Всевышнего полагаюсь и не устрашусь: что может мне сделать смертный? 6 А мои враги всякий день искажают слова мои, всегда замышляют сделать мне зло. 7 Они составляют заговоры, таятся, наблюдают за каждым моим шагом, желая меня убить. 8 Так не дай им избежать наказания за их вину; в гневе Своём, Всевышний, низложи народы! 9 У Тебя записаны все скитания мои; собери мои слёзы в сосуд Свой – не в Твоей ли книге они? 10 И враги мои обратятся вспять, когда я о помощи воззову. Так я узнаю, что Всевышний со мной. 11 На Всевышнего, Чьё слово я славлю, на Вечного, Чьё слово я славлю, 12 на Всевышнего полагаюсь и не устрашусь: что может мне сделать человек? 13 Всевышний, я дам Тебе, что обещал; я принесу Тебе жертвы благодарения. 14 Ведь Ты спас меня от смерти и не дал споткнуться моим ногам, чтобы мне во свете живых ходить пред Тобою.

New International Reader’s Version

For the director of music. A maskil of David to be played on stringed instruments.

1 God, listen to my prayer. Pay attention to my cry for help. 2 Hear me and answer me. My thoughts upset me. I’m very troubled. 3 I’m troubled by what my enemies say about me. I’m upset because they say they will harm me. They cause me all kinds of suffering. When they are angry, they attack me with their words. 4 I feel great pain deep down inside me. The terrors of death have fallen on me. 5 Fear and trembling have taken hold of me. Panic has overpowered me. 6 I said, ‘I wish I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away and be at rest. 7 I would escape to a place far away. I would stay out in the desert. 8 I would hurry to my place of safety. It would be far away from the winds and storms I’m facing.’ 9 Lord, confuse the sinners and keep them from understanding one another. I see people destroying things and fighting in the city. 10 Day and night they prowl around on top of its walls. The city is full of crime and trouble. 11 Forces that destroy are at work inside it. Its streets are full of people who cheat others and take advantage of them. 12 If an enemy were making fun of me, I could stand it. If he were getting ready to oppose me, I could hide. 13 But it’s you, someone like myself. It’s my companion, my close friend. 14 We used to enjoy good friendship at the house of God. We used to walk together among those who came to worship. 15 Let death take my enemies by surprise. Let them be buried alive, because their hearts and homes are full of evil. 16 But I call out to God. And the LORD saves me. 17 Evening, morning and noon I groan and cry out. And he hears my voice. 18 Even though many enemies are fighting against me, he brings me safely back from the battle. 19 God has been on his throne since ancient times and does not change. He will hear my enemies and make them humble. That’s because they have no respect for God. 20 My companion attacks his friends. He breaks his promise. 21 His talk is as smooth as butter. But he has war in his heart. His words flow like olive oil. But they are like swords ready for battle. 22 Turn your worries over to the LORD. He will keep you going. He will never let godly people be shaken. 23 God, you will bring sinners down to the grave. Murderers and liars won’t live out even half of their lives. But I trust in you.

Psalm 55 | Священное Писание, Восточный перевод New International Reader’s Version

For the director of music. A maskil of David to be played on stringed instruments.