Psalm 16

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Clementine Vulgate (Psalm 15)

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1  Tituli inscriptio, ipsi David. Conserva me, Domine, quoniam speravi in te.
2  Dixi Domino: Deus meus es tu, quoniam bonorum meorum non eges.
3  Sanctis qui sunt in terra ejus, mirificavit omnes voluntates meas in eis.
4  Multiplicatae sunt infirmitates eorum: postea acceleraverunt.
  Non congregabo conventicula eorum de sanguinibus, nec memor ero nominum eorum per labia mea.
5  Dominus pars haereditatis meae, et calicis mei: tu es qui restitues haereditatem meam mihi.
6  Funes ceciderunt mihi in praeclaris; etenim haereditas mea praeclara est mihi.
7  Benedicam Dominum qui tribuit mihi intellectum;
insuper et usque ad noctem increpuerunt me renes mei.
8  Providebam Dominum in conspectu meo semper: quoniam a dextris est mihi, ne commovear.
9  Propter hoc laetatum est cor meum, et exsultavit lingua mea; insuper et caro mea requiescet in spe.
10  Quoniam non derelinques animam meam in inferno, nec dabis sanctum tuum videre corruptionem.
11  Notas mihi fecisti vias vitae; adimplebis me laetitia cum vultu tuo: delectationes in dextera tua usque in finem.

Church of England 1662 Book of Common Prayer

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1  Preserve me, O God: for in thee have I put my trust.
2  O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord: Thou art my God, my goods are nothing unto thee.
3  All my delight is upon the saints, that are in the earth: and upon such as excel in virtue.
4  But they that run after another god: shall have great trouble.
5  Their drink-offerings of blood will I not offer: neither make mention of their names within my lips.
6  The Lord himself is the portion of mine inheritance, and of my cup: thou shalt maintain my lot.
7  The lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground: yea, I have a goodly heritage.
8  I will thank the Lord for giving me warning:
my reins also chasten me in the night-season.
9  I have set God always before me: for he is on my right hand, therefore I shall not fall.
10  Wherefore my heart was glad, and my glory rejoiced: my flesh also shall rest in hope.
11  For why? thou shalt not leave my soul in hell: neither shalt thou suffer thy Holy One to see corruption.
12  Thou shalt shew me the path of life; in thy presence is the fulness of joy: and at thy right hand there is pleasure for evermore.

King James Version

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1  Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust.
2  O my soul, thou hast said unto the Lord, Thou art my Lord: my goodness extendeth not to thee;
3  But to the saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent, in whom is all my delight.
4  Their sorrows shall be multiplied that hasten after another god: their drink offerings of blood will I not offer, nor take up their names into my lips.
5  The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.
6  The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
7  I will bless the Lord, who hath given me counsel: my reins also instruct me in the night seasons.
8  I have set the Lord always before me: because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
9  Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my flesh also shall rest in hope.
10  For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.
11  Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

Káldi fordítás (15. zsoltár)

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Dávid irása.
Tarts meg engem, Uram! mert benned bíztam.
Mondám az Úrnak: Én Istenem vagy te, azért javaimra nincs szükséged.
A szentekhez, kik az ő földén vannak, irányozta csodálatosan minden hajlandóságomat.
Megsokasodott az ő inségök; azután siettek. Nem hivom egybe gyülekezetöket véráldozatokra, sem nevöket nem említem ajkaimmal.
Az Úr az én örökségem és kelyhem része; te vagy, ki visszaadod nekem örökségemet.
A sorskötél nekem jelesre esett; mert jeles örökség jutott nekem.
Áldom az Urat, ki értelmet adott nekem; még éjjel is erre intenek engem veséim.
Szemem előtt viselem az Urat mindenkoron; mert jobbomon vagyon, hogy ne ingadozzak.
Ezért örvend szívem és vígad nyelvem; azonfölül testem is reményben fog nyugodni;
mert lelkemet nem hagyod pokolban, és nem engeded, hogy a te szented rothadást lásson.
Megismertetted velem az élet útait, betöltesz engem örömmel, a te orczáddal, jobbodnál mindvégig gyönyörűség vagyon.

Metrical 'Old Version' (Thomas Sternhold)

Metrical 'New Version' (Tate/Brady)

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1  Lord, keep me, for I trust in thee,
And do confess indeed,
Thou art my God, and of my goods
Thou hast not any need:

2  Therefore I give them to the saints
That in the world do dwell;
Namely, unto the faithful flock
In virtue that excel.

3  Their sorrows shall be multiplied,
Who run so hastily,
To offer to the idol gods,
That are but vanity.

4  As for their bloody sacrifice
And off'rings of that sort,
I will not touch, neither thereof
Shall my lips make report.

5  For why? the Lord the portion is
Of mine inheritance;
And he it is that doth preserve
My lot from all mischance.

6  The place wherein my lot is fall'n
In beauty doth excel;
My heritage assign'd to me
Doth please me wondrous well.

 

7  I thank the Lord that caused me
To understand the right:
For by this means my secret thoughts
Do teach me in the night.

8  I set the Lord still in my sight,
And trust him over all;
For he doth stand on my right hand,
Therefore I shall not fall.

9  Wherefore my heart and tongue also
Rejoice exceedingly;
My flesh likewise doth rest in hope
To rise again: for why?

10  Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell
Because thou lovest me;
Nor yet wilt give thy Holy One
Corruption for to see:

11  But wilt me shew the way to life,
Where there is joy in store;
And where at thy right hand there are
Pleasures for evermore.

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1  Protect me from my cruel foes.
And shield me, Lord, from harm,
Because my trust I still repose
On thy Almighty arm.

2  My soul all help but thine does slight,
All gods but thee disown;
Yet can no deeds of mine requite
The goodness thou hast shown.

3  But those that strictly virtuous are.
And love the thing that's right,
To favour always and prefer
Shall be my chief delight.

4  How shall their sorrows be increas'd,
Who other gods adore!
Their bloody off'rings I detest.
Their very names abhor.

5  My lot is fall'n in that blest land
Where God is truly known;
He fills my cup with lib'ral hand;
'Tis he supports my throne.

6  In nature's most delightful scene
My happy portion lies;
The place of my appointed reign
All other lands outvies.

 

7  Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,
Whose precepts give me light,
And private counsel still afford
In sorrow's dismal night.

8  I strive each action to approve
To his all-seeing eye;
No danger shall my hopes remove,
Because he still is nigh.

9  Therefore my heart all grief defies,
My glory does rejoice;
My flesh shall rest in hope to rise,
Wak'd by his pow'rful voice.

10  Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath.
My soul from hell shalt free;
Nor let thy Holy One in death
The least corruption see.

11  Thou shalt the paths of life display,
That to thy presence lead;
Where pleasures dwell without allay,
And joys that never fade.

Metrical Paraphrases by Isaac Watts

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PART 1 (L. M.)
Preserve me, Lord, in time of need,
For succor to thy throne I flee,
But have no merits there to plead:
My goodness cannot reach to thee.

Oft have my heart and tongue confessed
How empty and how poor I am;
My praise can never make thee blessed,
Nor add new glories to thy name.

Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;
These are the company I keep,
These are the choicest friends I know.

Let others choose the sons of mirth
To give a relish to their wine;
I love the men of heavenly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.

PART 2 (L. M.)
How fast their guilt and sorrows rise
Who haste to seek some idol-god!
I will not taste their sacrifice,
Their offerings of forbidden blood.

My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon;
He for my life has offered up
Jesus, his best-beloved Son.

 

His love is my perpetual feast;
By day his counsels guide me right;
And be his name for ever blessed,
Who gives me sweet advice by night.

I set him still before mine eyes;
At my right hand he stands prepared
To keep my soul from all surprise,
And be my everlasting guard.

PART 3 (L. M.)
When God is nigh, my faith is strong;
His arm is my almighty prop:
Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.

Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.

My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.

There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discoveries of thy grace
(Which we but tasted here below)
Spread heav'nly joys through all the place.

 

PART 4 (C. M.)
Save me, O Lord, from every foe;
In thee my trust I place,
Though all the good that I can do
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.

Yet if my God prolong my breath,
The saints may profit by 't;
The saints, the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.

Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast
Where the true God is known.

His hand provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;
Much am I pleased with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.

God is my portion and my joy,
His counsels are my light;
He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.

My soul would all her thoughts approve
To his all-seeing eye;
Not death, nor hell, my hope shall move,
While such a Friend is nigh.

 

PART 5 (C. M.)
I set the Lord before my face,
He bears my courage up;
My heart and tongue their joys express,
My flesh shall rest in hope.

"My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave
Where souls departed are;
Nor quit my body to the grave,
To see corruption there.

"Thou wilt reveal the path of life,
And raise me to thy throne;
Thy courts immortal pleasure give,
Thy presence joys unknown."

Thus, in the name of Christ, the Lord,
The holy David sung;
And Providence fulfils the word
Of his prophetic tongue.

Jesus, whom ev'ry saint adores,
Was crucified and slain:
Behold, the tomb its prey restores!
Behold, he lives again!

When shall my feet arise and stand
On heav'n's eternal hills?
There sits the Son at God's right hand,
And there the Father smiles.