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Песнь 12

Дирижёру хора. Песнь Довуда.

Как долго, Вечный? Неужели забыл Ты меня навеки?
    Как долго Ты будешь скрывать от меня Своё лицо?
Как долго будет переживание терзать мою душу
    и боль – ежедневно сокрушать моё сердце?
    Как долго врагу моему надо мной кичиться?

Посмотри на меня и ответь, Вечный, мой Бог.
    Глаза мои просветли,
    чтобы мне не уснуть смертным сном,
чтобы враг не сказал: «Я его превозмог»,
    и когда я паду, не радовались бы недруги мои.

Я уповаю на Твою милость,
    моё сердце возрадуется спасению Твоему.
Вечному буду петь,
    потому что Он благ ко мне.

Песнь 13(A)

Дирижёру хора. Песнь Довуда.

12 Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men.

They speak vanity every one with his neighbour: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak.

The Lord shall cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that speaketh proud things:

Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, now will I arise, saith the Lord; I will set him in safety from him that puffeth at him.

The words of the Lord are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

Thou shalt keep them, O Lord, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

The wicked walk on every side, when the vilest men are exalted.

Man’s Treachery and God’s Constancy

To the Chief Musician. (A)On [a]an eight-stringed harp. A Psalm of David.

12 Help,[b] Lord, for the godly man (B)ceases!
For the faithful disappear from among the sons of men.
(C)They speak idly everyone with his neighbor;
With flattering lips and [c]a double heart they speak.

May the Lord [d]cut off all flattering lips,
And the tongue that speaks [e]proud things,
Who have said,
“With our tongue we will prevail;
Our lips are our own;
Who is lord over us?”

“For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy,
Now I will arise,” says the Lord;
“I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.”

The words of the Lord are (D)pure words,
Like silver tried in a furnace of earth,
Purified seven times.
You shall keep them, O Lord,
You shall preserve them from this generation forever.

The wicked prowl on every side,
When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 12:1 Heb. sheminith
  2. Psalm 12:1 Save
  3. Psalm 12:2 An inconsistent mind
  4. Psalm 12:3 destroy
  5. Psalm 12:3 great