Psalms 57
1 `In Ebreu thus, To the victorie, lese thou not the semeli song, `ether the `swete song of Dauid, `whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, For victorie, that thou lese not Dauid, meke and simple, whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. God, haue thou merci on me, haue thou merci on me; for my soule tristith in thee. And Y schal hope in the schadewe of thi wyngis; til wickidnesse passe.
Bodi mi usmiljen, oh Bog, bodi mi usmiljen, kajti moja duša zaupa vate. Da, v senci tvojih peruti si bom pripravil svoje zatočišče, dokler te katastrofe ne bodo minile.
2 I schal crye to God altherhiyeste; to God that dide wel to me.
Klical bom k Bogu najvišjemu, k Bogu, ki zame opravlja vse stvari.
3 He sente fro heuene, and delyuerede me; he yaf in to schenschip hem that defoulen me. God sente his merci and his treuthe,
Poslal bo z neba in me rešil pred grajo tistega, ki me hoče požreti. (Sela) Bog bo poslal svoje usmiljenje in svojo resnico.
4 and delyuerede my soule fro the myddis of whelpis of liouns; Y slepte disturblid. The sones of men, the teeth of hem ben armuris and arowis; and her tunge is a scharp swerd.
Moja duša je med levi in ležim celó med tistimi, ki so vneti z ognjem, celó človeškimi sinovi, katerih zobje so sulice in puščice ter njihov jezik oster meč.
5 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie aboue al erthe.
Bodi povišan, oh Bog, nad nebo, naj bo tvoja slava nad vso zemljo.
6 Thei maden redi a snare to my feet; and thei greetly boweden my lijf. Thei delueden a diche bifore my face; and thei felden doun in to it.
Pripravili so mrežo za moje korake, moja duša je sklonjena. Zame so pred menoj izkopali jamo in v katere sredo so sami padli. (Sela)
7 God, myn herte is redi, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm.
Moje srce je trdno, oh Bog, moje srce je trdno. Prepeval bom in dajal hvalo.
8 Mi glorie, rise thou vp; sautrie and harpe, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
Zbudi se kvišku, moja slava, zbudita se plunka in harfa. Jaz sam se bom prebudil zgodaj.
9 Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm among hethene men.
Hvalil te bom, oh Gospod, med ljudstvom, prepeval ti bom med narodi.
10 For thi merci is magnified til to heuenes; and thi treuthe til to cloudis.
Kajti tvoje usmiljenje je veliko do neba in tvoja resnica do oblakov.
11 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
Bodi povišan, oh Bog, nad nebo. Naj bo tvoja slava nad vso zemljo.
