Psalms 143

Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.

Benedictus Dominus Deus meus, qui docet manus meas ad prælium, et digitos meos ad bellum.

τῷ Δαυιδ πρὸς τὸν Γολιαδ εὐλογητὸς κύριος ὁ θεός μου ὁ διδάσκων τὰς χεῖράς μου εἰς παράταξιν τοὺς δακτύλους μου εἰς πόλεμον

My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.

Misericordia mea et refugium meum; susceptor meus et liberator meus; protector meus, et in ipso speravi, qui subdit populum meum sub me.

ἔλεός μου καὶ καταφυγή μου ἀντιλήμπτωρ μου καὶ ῥύστης μου ὑπερασπιστής μου καὶ ἐπ' αὐτῷ ἤλπισα ὁ ὑποτάσσων τὸν λαόν μου ὑπ' ἐμέ

Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

Domine, quid est homo, quia innotuisti ei? aut filius hominis, quia reputas eum?

κύριε τί ἐστιν ἄνθρωπος ὅτι ἐγνώσθης αὐτῷ ἢ υἱὸς ἀνθρώπου ὅτι λογίζῃ αὐτόν

Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.

Homo vanitati similis factus est; dies ejus sicut umbra prætereunt.

ἄνθρωπος ματαιότητι ὡμοιώθη αἱ ἡμέραι αὐτοῦ ὡσεὶ σκιὰ παράγουσιν

Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

Domine, inclina cælos tuos, et descende; tange montes, et fumigabunt.

κύριε κλῖνον οὐρανούς σου καὶ κατάβηθι ἅψαι τῶν ὀρέων καὶ καπνισθήσονται

Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.

Fulgura coruscationem, et dissipabis eos; emitte sagittas tuas, et conturbabis eos.

ἄστραψον ἀστραπὴν καὶ σκορπιεῖς αὐτούς ἐξαπόστειλον τὰ βέλη σου καὶ συνταράξεις αὐτούς

Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:

Emitte manum tuam de alto : eripe me, et libera me de aquis multis, de manu filiorum alienorum:

ἐξαπόστειλον τὴν χεῖρά σου ἐξ ὕψους ἐξελοῦ με καὶ ῥῦσαί με ἐξ ὑδάτων πολλῶν ἐκ χειρὸς υἱῶν ἀλλοτρίων

Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.

quorum os locutum est vanitatem, et dextera eorum dextera iniquitatis.

ὧν τὸ στόμα ἐλάλησεν ματαιότητα καὶ ἡ δεξιὰ αὐτῶν δεξιὰ ἀδικίας

To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.

Deus, canticum novum cantabo tibi; in psalterio decachordo psallam tibi.

ὁ θεός ᾠδὴν καινὴν ᾄσομαί σοι ἐν ψαλτηρίῳ δεκαχόρδῳ ψαλῶ σοι

Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword:

Qui das salutem regibus, qui redemisti David servum tuum de gladio maligno,

τῷ διδόντι τὴν σωτηρίαν τοῖς βασιλεῦσιν τῷ λυτρουμένῳ Δαυιδ τὸν δοῦλον αὐτοῦ ἐκ ῥομφαίας πονηρᾶς

Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:

eripe me, et erue me de manu filiorum alienorum, quorum os locutum est vanitatem, et dextera eorum dextera iniquitatis.

ῥῦσαί με καὶ ἐξελοῦ με ἐκ χειρὸς υἱῶν ἀλλοτρίων ὧν τὸ στόμα ἐλάλησεν ματαιότητα καὶ ἡ δεξιὰ αὐτῶν δεξιὰ ἀδικίας

Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:

Quorum filii sicut novellæ plantationes in juventute sua; filiæ eorum compositæ, circumornatæ ut similitudo templi.

ὧν οἱ υἱοὶ ὡς νεόφυτα ἡδρυμμένα ἐν τῇ νεότητι αὐτῶν αἱ θυγατέρες αὐτῶν κεκαλλωπισμέναι περικεκοσμημέναι ὡς ὁμοίωμα ναοῦ

Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:

Promptuaria eorum plena, eructantia ex hoc in illud; oves eorum fœtosæ, abundantes in egressibus suis;

τὰ ταμίεια αὐτῶν πλήρη ἐξερευγόμενα ἐκ τούτου εἰς τοῦτο τὰ πρόβατα αὐτῶν πολυτόκα πληθύνοντα ἐν ταῖς ἐξόδοις αὐτῶν

Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets.

boves eorum crassæ. Non est ruina maceriæ, neque transitus, neque clamor in plateis eorum.

οἱ βόες αὐτῶν παχεῖς οὐκ ἔστιν κατάπτωμα φραγμοῦ οὐδὲ διέξοδος οὐδὲ κραυγὴ ἐν ταῖς πλατείαις αὐτῶν

They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.

Beatum dixerunt populum cui hæc sunt; beatus populus cujus Dominus Deus ejus.

ἐμακάρισαν τὸν λαόν ᾧ ταῦτά ἐστιν μακάριος ὁ λαός οὗ κύριος ὁ θεὸς αὐτοῦ