Psalm 28
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- Claudio Merulo SAATTB (v.7b, Clementine Vulgate)
Texts & translations
Clementine Vulgate (Psalm 27)Latin text 1 Psalmus ipsi David. Ad te, Domine, clamabo; Deus meus, ne sileas a me: nequando taceas a me, et assimilabor descendentibus in lacum. 2 Exaudi, Domine, vocem deprecationis meae dum oro ad te; dum extollo manus meas ad templum sanctum tuum. 3 Ne simul trahas me cum peccatoribus, et cum operantibus iniquitatem ne perdas me; qui loquuntur pacem cum proximo suo, mala autem in cordibus eorum. 4 Da illis secundum opera eorum, et secundum nequitiam adinventionum ipsorum. Secundum opera manuum eorum tribue illis; redde retributionem eorum ipsis. 5 Quoniam non intellexerunt opera Domini, et in opera manuum ejus destrues illos, et non aedificabis eos. 6 Benedictus Dominus, quoniam exaudivit vocem deprecationis meae. 7 Dominus adjutor meus et protector meus; in ipso speravit cor meum, et adjutus sum: et refloruit caro mea, et ex voluntate mea confitebor ei. 8 Dominus fortitudo plebis suae, et protector salvationum christi sui est. 9 Salvum fac populum tuum, Domine, et benedic haereditati tuae; et rege eos, et extolle illos usque in aeternum. |
Alternative Vulgate (Psalm 27)Latin text 1 David ad te Domine clamabo Fortis meus ne obsurdescas mihi ne forte tacente te mihi conparer his qui descendunt in lacum 2 audi Domine deprecationem meam cum clamavero ad te cum levavero manus meas ad oraculum sanctum tuum 3 ne trahas me cum impiis et cum operantibus iniquitatem qui loquuntur pacem cum amicis suis et est malum in corde eorum 4 da eis secundum opus suum et secundum malum adinventionum suarum iuxta opus manuum suarum da eis redde retributionem suam illis 5 quoniam non intellegunt opera Domini et opus manuum eius destrues eos et non aedificabis
7 Dominus fortitudo mea et scutum meum in ipso confisum est cor meum et habui adiutorium gavisum est cor meum et in cantico meo confitebor illi 8 Dominus fortitudo mea et robur salutarium christi sui est 9 salva populum tuum et benedic hereditati tuae et pasce eos et subleva eos usque in sempiternum |
Church of England 1662 Book of Common PrayerEnglish text 1 Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my strength : think no scorn of me; lest, if thou make as though thou hearest not, I become like them that go down into the pit. 2 Hear the voice of my humble petitions, when I cry unto thee : when I hold up my hands towards the mercy-seat of thy holy temple. 3 O pluck me not away, neither destroy me, with the ungodly and wicked doers : which speak friendly to their neighbours, but imagine mischief in their hearts. 4 Reward them according to their deeds : and according to the wickedness of their own inventions. 5 Recompense them after the work of their hands : pay them that they have deserved. 6 For they regard not in their mind the works of the Lord, nor the operation of his hands : therefore shall he break them down, and not build them up. 7 Praised be the Lord : for he hath heard the voice of my humble petitions. 8 The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart danceth for joy, and in my song will I praise him. 9 The Lord is my strength : and he is the wholesome defence of his Anointed. 10 O save thy people, and give thy blessing unto thine inheritance : feed them , and set them up for ever. |
Káldi fordítás (27. zsoltár)Hungarian translation Dávid zsoltára. |
Metrical 'New Version' (Tate/Brady)
English text
O Lord, my rock, to thee I cry,
In sighs consume my breath;
O answer, or I shall become
Like those that sleep in death.
Regard my supplication, Lord,
The cries that I repeat,
With weeping eyes and lifted hands
Before thy mercy seat.
Let me escape the sinners' doom,
Who make a trade of ill;
And ever speak the person fair,
Whose blood they mean to spill.
According to their crimes' extent
Let justice have its course:
Relentless be to them, as they
Have sinn'd without remorse.
Since they the works of God despise,
Nor will his grace adore;
His wrath shall utterly destroy,
And build them up no more.
But I, with due acknowledgment,
His praises will resound,
From whom the cries of my distress
A gracious answer found.
My heart its confidence repos'd
In God, my strength and shield;
In him I trusted, and return'd
Triumphant from the field.
As he hath made my joys complete,
'Tis just that I should raise
The cheerful tribute of my thanks,
And thus resound his praise:
His aiding pow'r supports the troops
That my just cause maintain:
'Twas he advanc'd me to the throne,
'Tis he secures my reign.
Preserve thy chosen, and proceed
Thine heritage to bless;
With plenty prosper them in peace;
In battle with success.