< Psalmi 16 >

1 Dāvida sirds dziesma. Pasargi mani, ak Dievs! jo es paļaujos uz Tevi.
The inscription of a title to David himself. Preserve me, O Lord, for I have put trust in thee.
2 Es saku uz To Kungu: Tu esi Tas Kungs, bez Tevis man labuma nav.
I have said to the Lord, thou art my God, for thou hast no need of my goods.
3 Pie tiem svētiem, kas virs zemes, un tiem godīgiem ir viss mans labais prāts.
To the saints, who are in his land, he hath made wonderful all my desires in them.
4 Tiem, kas pieņem citu dievu, būs lielas sāpes; es neupurēšu viņu asiņu dzeramos upurus, un neņemšu savā mutē viņu vārdu.
Their infirmities were multiplied: afterwards they made haste. I will not gather together their meetings for blood offerings: nor will I be mindful of their names by my lips.
5 Tas Kungs ir mana tiesa un mana daļa, Tu glabā manu mantas tiesu.
The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup: it is thou that wilt restore my inheritance to me.
6 Man daļa tikusi jaukā vietā, tiešām, man ir nākusi skaista manta.
The lines are fallen unto me in goodly places: for my inheritance is goodly to me.
7 Es slavēšu To Kungu, kas man dod padomu, pat naktī mana sirds mani pamāca.
I will bless the Lord, who hath given me understanding: moreover my reins also have corrected me even till night.
8 Es turu To Kungu bez mitēšanās savā priekšā, jo Viņš man ir pa labai rokai, - es nešaubīšos.
I set the Lord always in my sight: for he is at my right hand, that I be not moved.
9 Tādēļ mana sirds priecājās, un mans gods līksmojās, un pat mana miesa dzīvos droši.
Therefore my heart hath been glad, and my tongue hath rejoiced: moreover my flesh also shall rest in hope.
10 Jo Tu manu dvēseli nepametīsi kapā, Savam Svētam Tu neliksi redzēt satrūdēšanu. (Sheol h7585)
Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; nor wilt then give thy holy one to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
11 Tu man dari zināmu dzīvības ceļu, priekš Tava vaiga ir līksmošanās pilnība, un prieks un jaukums pie Tavas labās rokas mūžīgi.
Thou hast made known to me the ways of life, thou shalt fill me with joy with thy countenance: at thy right hand are delights even to the end.

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