Atver, Kungs, savas debesis un nokāp zemē!
1 Dāvida psalms.
Slavēts lai Kungs, mana klints,
kas vingrina manas rokas kaujai,
manus pirkstus karam,
2 mans aizgādnis un mans cietoksnis,
mans patvērums un glābējs man,
mans vairogs viņš, pie kā es tveros,
kas loka manu tautu manā priekšā!
3 Kungs, kas ir cilvēks, ka tu pamani to,
un cilvēkbērns, ka tu par viņu domā?
4 Cilvēks dvesmai līdzīgs,
viņa mūžs ir kā gaisīga ēna.
5 Atvāz debesis un nāc lejā,
skar kalnus, lai tie kūp!
6 Zibsnī zibeni un šķied viņus,
laid savas bultas un kliedē viņus,
7 stiep savu roku no augstumiem,
izrauj mani un izglāb
no lielajiem ūdeņiem, no svešinieku rokām,
8 kuru mute runā melus,
un viņu labā roka ir viltus pilna!
9 Dievs, jaunu dziesmu es dziedāšu tev,
desmit stīgu arfu tev spēlēšu!
10 Tu izglābi ķēniņus,
tu atrāvi Dāvidu, savu kalpu, no ļaunā zobena.
11 Izrauj mani, atpestī mani no svešinieku rokām,
kuru mute runā melus,
un viņu labā roka ir viltus pilna!
12 Kad mūsu dēli savā jaunībā
ir kā dēsti pilnā plaukumā,
kad mūsu meitas ir kā stūra balsti,
izdarināti pils krāšņumam,
13 kad mūsu kambari pilni visvisāda labuma,
kad mūsu avis nes tūkstošus
un desmitiem tūkstošu mūsu ārēs,
14 kad mūsu govis ir grūsnas
un ne sērga tās ķer, ne tās izmetas,
nedz žēli dzird maujam mūsu plašumos –
15 svētīta tauta, kurai tā ir!
Svētīta tauta, kuras Dievs ir Kungs!
A Psalm of David.
1 Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea , happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
