Psalms 10
1 Why standest thou farre off, O Lord, and hidest thee in due time, euen in affliction?
Kāpēc Tu, Kungs, stāvi no tālienes, paslēpies bēdu laikā?
2 The wicked with pride doeth persecute the poore: let them be taken in the craftes that they haue imagined.
No bezdievīgā lepnības bailes nāk nabagam; lai tie top gūstīti savās blēņās, ko tie izdomājuši.
3 For the wicked hath made boast of his owne heartes desire, and the couetous blesseth himselfe: he contemneth the Lord.
Jo bezdievīgais lielās ar savas dvēseles kārību, plēsējs lād, viņš zaimo To Kungu.
4 The wicked is so proude that hee seeketh not for God: hee thinketh alwayes, There is no God.
Bezdievīgais savā lielā lepnībā nebēdā par nevienu; visas viņa domas ir: Dieva neesam.
5 His wayes alway prosper: thy iudgements are hie aboue his sight: therefore defieth he all his enemies.
Viņa ceļi allažiņ izdodas, Tava sodība ir tālu no viņa; šņākdams viņš turas pret visiem saviem pretiniekiem.
6 He saith in his heart, I shall neuer be moued, nor be in danger.
Viņš saka savā sirdī: es netapšu kustināts, jo ļaunumā es nenākšu līdz radu radiem.
7 His mouth is full of cursing and deceite and fraude: vnder his tongue is mischiefe and iniquitie.
Viņa mute pilna lāstu un viltus un varmācības, apakš viņa mēles ir grūtums un bēdas.
8 He lieth in waite in the villages: in the secret places doeth hee murder the innocent: his eyes are bent against the poore.
Viņš, sēž paslēpies aiz sētām, viņš nokauj nenoziedzīgo slepenās vietās, viņa acis glūn uz nabagu.
9 He lyeth in waite secretly, euen as a lyon in his denne: he lyeth in waite to spoyle the poore: he doeth spoyle the poore, when he draweth him into his net.
Viņš glūn slepenībā kā lauva savā alā, viņš glūn sakampt bēdīgo, viņš sakampj bēdīgo, to ievilkdams savā tīklā.
10 He croucheth and boweth: therefore heaps of the poore doe fall by his might.
Viņš tup un nometās un uzkrīt ar varu nelaimīgiem.
11 He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten, he hideth away his face, and will neuer see.
Viņš saka savā sirdī: Dievs ir aizmirsis, Viņš Savu vaigu apslēpis, Viņš neredz ne mūžam.
12 Arise, O Lord God: lift vp thine hande: forget not the poore.
Celies, ak Dievs Kungs, pacel Savu roku, neaizmirsti bēdīgos.
13 Wherefore doeth the wicked contemne God? he saith in his heart, Thou wilt not regard.
Kādēļ bezdievīgais Dievu zaimos un sacīs savā sirdī: Tu nemeklēsi?
14 Yet thou hast seene it: for thou beholdest mischiefe and wrong, that thou mayest take it into thine handes: the poore committeth himselfe vnto thee: for thou art the helper of the fatherlesse.
Tu gan redzi, jo Tu uzlūko mokas un sirdēstus, likdams to Savās rokās; nelaimīgais uz Tevi paļaujas, Tu esi bāriņa palīgs.
15 Breake thou the arme of the wicked and malicious: searche his wickednes, and thou shalt finde none.
Salauz bezdievīgā elkoni un meklē ļaunā bezdievību, ka to vairs neatrod.
16 The Lord is King for euer and euer: the heathen are destroyed foorth of his land.
Tas Kungs ir ķēniņš mūžīgi mūžam; pagāni ir bojā gājuši no Viņa zemes,
17 Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poore: thou preparest their heart: thou bendest thine eare to them,
Nabagu ilgošanos Tu klausi, ak Kungs! Tu viņiem sirdi stiprini, Tava auss to liek vērā,
18 To iudge the fatherlesse and poore, that earthly man cause to feare no more.
Tiesu nesdams bāriņam un apspiestam, lai cilvēks, kas no zemes, vairs nedara varas darbus.
