Psalms 57
1 To the chief music-maker; put to Al-tashheth. Michtam. Of David. When he went in flight from Saul, in the hole of the rock. Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me; for the hope of my soul is in you: I will keep myself safely under the shade of your wings, till these troubles are past.
Dāvida sirds dziesma. Dziedātāju vadonim, pēc: „nesamaitā“; kad tas no Saula bēga alā. Apžēlojies par mani, ak Dievs, apžēlojies par mani, jo uz Tevi cerē mana dvēsele, un apakš Tavu spārnu ēnas es gribu cerēt, kamēr nelaime būs pārgājusi.
2 I will send up my cry to the Most High God; to God who does all things for me.
Es piesaukšu Dievu, to visuaugsto, to stipro Dievu, kas par mani visu izdarīs.
3 He will send from heaven, and take me from the power of him whose desire is for my destruction. God will send out his mercy and his good faith.
Viņš sūta no debesīm un palīdz man, un apkauno manu aprijēju. (Sela) Dievs sūta Savu žēlastību un patiesību.
4 My soul is among lions; I am stretched out among those who are on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and whose tongue is a sharp sword.
Mana dvēsele ir starp lauvām; es guļu starp cilvēku bērniem kā starp liesmām; viņu zobi ir šķēpi un bultas, un viņu mēle ass zobens.
5 O God, be lifted up higher than the heavens; let your glory be over all the earth.
Parādi, Dievs, Savu augstību pār debesīm, un Savu godību pār visu pasauli!
6 They have made ready a net for my steps; my soul is bent down; they have made a great hole before me, and have gone down into it themselves. (Selah)
Tie izpleš tīklu maniem soļiem, mana dvēsele ir nospiesta; manā priekšā tie bedri rakuši, paši krituši iekšā. (Sela)
7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed; I will make songs, and give praise.
Mana sirds ir droša, Dievs, mana sirds ir droša, es dziedāšu un slavēšu.
8 You are my glory; let the instruments of music be awake; I myself will be awake with the dawn.
Uzmosties, mans gods, uzmostaties, stabules un kokles, es uzmodīšos ar rīta blāzmu.
9 I will give you praise, O Lord, among the peoples; I will make songs to you among the nations.
Es Tev pateikšos, Kungs, starp tiem ļaudīm, es Tevi slavēšu starp tautām.
10 For your mercy is great, stretching up to the heavens, and your righteousness goes up to the clouds.
Jo Tava žēlastība ir liela līdz debesīm, un Tava patiesība līdz padebešiem.
11 Be lifted up, O God, higher than the heavens, let your glory be over all the earth.
Parādi, Dievs, Savu augstību pār debesīm, Savu godību pār visu pasauli.
