Psalmi 17
1 Dāvida lūgšana. Kungs, ņem vērā taisnību, klausies uz manu brēkšanu, griez savas ausis uz manu lūgšanu, kas nenāk no viltīgām lūpām.
A prayer of David. Listen, O Lord, to my innocence; attend to my piercing cry. Give heed to my prayer out of lips unfeigned.
2 No tava vaiga lai nāk mana tiesa; tavas acis skatās uz to, kas ir taisnība.
Let my vindication come from you, your eyes see the truth.
3 Tu pārbaudi manu sirdi, Tu piemeklē to naktīs, Tu mani esi kausējis un nekā neatradis; es esmu apņēmies, ka manai mutei nebūs pārkāpt.
When you test my heart when you visit at night, and assay me like silver – you can find no evil. I am determined that my mouth should not lie.
4 Pie cilvēku darbiem es sargos caur Tavas mutes vārdu no pārkāpēja pēdām.
I gave earnest heed to the words of your lips.
5 Uzturi manu gājienu uz Taviem ceļiem, ka mani soļi nešaubās.
My steps have held fast to the paths of your precepts and in your tracks have my feet never stumbled.
6 Es Tevi piesaucu, jo Tu mani paklausi, ak Dievs! Griez' Savu ausi pie manis, klausi manu valodu.
So I call you, O God, with assurance of answer; bend down your ear to me, hear what I say.
7 Parādi brīnišķi Savu žēlastību, Tu, kas glābi no pretiniekiem tos, kas tvērās pie Tavas labās rokas.
Show your marvellous love, you who save from enemies those who take refuge at your right hand.
8 Pasargi mani kā acs raugu acī, apslēp mani savu spārnu pavēnī
Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me in the shelter of your wings.
9 No bezdievīgo vaiga, kas mani posta, no maniem nikniem ienaidniekiem, kas ap mani apmetās.
From wicked people who do me violence, from deadly foes who crowd around me.
10 Savu cieto sirdi tie aizslēguši, ar savu muti tie runā lepni.
They have closed their hearts to pity, the words of their mouths are haughty.
11 Tie nu ir visapkārt ap mums mūsu ceļos, ar savām acīm tie glūn, mūs gāzt pie zemes.
Now they dog us at every step, keenly watching, to hurl us to the ground,
12 Viņa ģīmis ir kā lauva, kas tīko saplosīt, un kā jauns lauva, kas sēž paslēpies.
like a lion, longing to tear, like a young lion, lurking in secret.
13 Celies, Kungs, steidzies viņam pretī, nogāz viņu, izglāb ar Savu zobenu manu dvēseli no bezdievīgā,
Arise, Lord, face them and fell them. By your sword set me free from the wicked,
14 No tiem ļaudīm ar Savu roku, ak Kungs! no šās pasaules ļaudīm, kam sava tiesa ir šai dzīvībā, kam vēderu Tu pildi ar Savu mantu, kam dēlu papilnam, un kas savu mantu atstāj saviem bērniem.
by your hand, O Lord, from those – whose portion of life is but of this world. But let your treasured ones have food in plenty may their children be full and their children satisfied.
15 Bet es skatīšu Tavu vaigu iekš taisnības, uzmodies mielošos no Tava ģīmja.
In my innocence I will see your face, awake I am filled with a vision of you.
