Lūgšana pēc aizstāvības un atriebšanas
1 Korvedim. Dāvida psalms .
Tu esi Dievs, kuru slavinu, neciet klusu!
2 Jo ļaundaru un krāpnieku mutes atdarītas pret mani –
tie aprunā mani melu mēlēm,
3 ienaida vārdiem tie mani lenc, uzbrūk man aplam!
4 Par manu mīlestību tie apsūdz mani,
kaut es par tiem lūdzis!
5 Tie atdara man labu ar ļaunu
un manu mīlestību ar naidu!
6 Liec pretī tādam tiesnesi ļaundari,
un tādam pa labi lai stāj apsūdzētājs!
7 Lai tiesas priekšā to atzīst par ļaundari
un viņa lūgšanu par grēku!
8 Lai viņa mūžs ir īss, viņa amatu lai dabū cits!
9 Lai viņa bērni paliek bārenī un viņa sieva atraitnē!
10 Lai klīst apkārt viņa bērni un ubago,
lai nāk nabagot no saviem graustiem!
11 Visu, kas viņam, lai augļotājs aizrauš,
viņa pūliņus lai sveši aizrauj!
12 Lai nav, kas viņu žēlo, kas jūt līdzi viņa bāreņiem!
13 Viņa pēcnācēji lai iznīdēti,
no paaudzēm lai izdeldēti to vārdi!
14 Lai pieminēti Kungam viņa tēvu pārkāpumi,
viņa mātes grēks lai neiznīkst,
15 lai tas vienmēr mana Kunga priekšā –
bet lai iznīdēta viņu piemiņa no zemes,
16 jo tas nevīžoja darīt žēlastību,
bet vajāja nabagu un sērdieni,
un sirdī nomākto – līdz nāvei!
17 Viņš mīlēja lāstu – lai tas nāk pār viņu!
Viņam netikās svētība – lai tā tālu no viņa!
18 Viņš tērpās lāstos kā mētelī –
lai tie kā ūdens sūcas tam iekšās un kā eļļa kaulos,
19 lai tie kā tērps, kurā tas tinas,
un kā josta, kas tam allaž apkārt!
20 Tāda ir mana Kunga atmaksa tiem,
kas mani apsūdz, kas runā ļaunu par mani!
21 Bet tu, Dievs, mans Kungs,
dari man tā, kā ir tavs vārds –
laba ir tava žēlastība, glāb mani,
22 jo es esmu nabaga sērdienis,
sirds man ir ievainota!
23 Kā ēna vakarā aizplēnu prom!
Kā sisenis es vēja aizrauts!
24 Ceļi man ļogās no gavēšanas,
miesa man kārna tauku!
25 Esmu nolikts par apsmieklu tiem –
kad tie redz mani, tie purina galvu!
26 Palīdzi man, Kungs, mans Dievs,
glāb mani tavas žēlastības dēļ,
27 lai tie zina, ka tā tava roka!
Tu, mans Kungs, esi darījis to!
28 Lai tie lād, bet tu svētī,
kolīdz tie ceļas, lai tie apkaunoti,
bet tavs kalps lai līksmo!
29 Lai negodu apģērbj mani apsūdzētāji,
lai tīstās savā kaunā kā tērpā!
30 Slavēs vien mana mute Kungu,
teikšu viņu lielajā pulkā –
31 jo viņš stāj sērdienim pie labās rokas,
glābj to no tiem, kas viņu tiesā!
The Complaint of Someone in Trouble
1 I praise you, God; don't remain silent!
2 Wicked people and liars have attacked me.
They tell lies about me,
3 and they say evil things about me,
attacking me for no reason.
4 They oppose me, even though I love them
and have prayed for them.
5 They pay me back evil for good
and hatred for love.
6 Choose some corrupt judge to try my enemy,
and let one of his own enemies accuse him.
7 May he be tried and found guilty;
may even his prayer be considered a crime!
8 May his life soon be ended;
may someone else take his job!
9 May his children become orphans,
and his wife a widow!
10 May his children be homeless beggars;
may they be driven from the ruins they live in!
11 May his creditors take away all his property,
and may strangers get everything he worked for.
12 May no one ever be kind to him
or care for the orphans he leaves behind.
13 May all his descendants die,
and may his name be forgotten in the next generation.
14 May the Lord remember the evil of his ancestors
and never forgive his mother's sins.
15 May the Lord always remember their sins,
but may they themselves be completely forgotten!
16 That man never thought of being kind;
he persecuted and killed
the poor, the needy, and the helpless.
17 He loved to curse—may he be cursed!
He hated to give blessings—may no one bless him!
18 He cursed as naturally as he dressed himself;
may his own curses soak into his body like water
and into his bones like oil!
19 May they cover him like clothes
and always be around him like a belt!
20 Lord, punish my enemies in that way—
those who say such evil things against me!
21 But my Sovereign Lord, help me as you have promised,
and rescue me because of the goodness of your love.
22 I am poor and needy;
I am hurt to the depths of my heart.
23 Like an evening shadow I am about to vanish;
I am blown away like an insect.
24 My knees are weak from lack of food;
I am nothing but skin and bones.
25 When people see me, they laugh at me;
they shake their heads in scorn.
26 Help me, O Lord my God;
because of your constant love, save me!
27 Make my enemies know
that you are the one who saves me.
28 They may curse me, but you will bless me.
May my persecutors be defeated,
and may I, your servant, be glad.
29 May my enemies be covered with disgrace;
may they wear their shame like a robe.
30 I will give loud thanks to the Lord;
I will praise him in the assembly of the people,
31 because he defends the poor
and saves them from those who condemn them to death.
