Psalm 137 [MT 138]

Commentary from 7 fathers

1

[A Psalm for David, of Aegis and Zacharias.] I will give thee thanks, O Lord, with my whole heart; and I will sing psalms to thee before the angels; for thou hast heard all the words of my mouth.

Ψαλμὸς τῷ Δαυΐδ, ᾿Αγγαίου καὶ Ζαχαρίου. - ΕΞΟΜΟΛΟΓΗΣΟΜΑΙ σοι, Κύριε, ἐν ὅλῃ καρδίᾳ μου, καὶ ἐναντίον ἀγγέλων ψαλῶ σοι, ὅτι ἤκουσας πάντα τὰ ῥήματα τοῦ στόματός μου.

И҆сповѣ́мсѧ тебѣ̀, гдⷭ҇и, всѣ́мъ се́рдцемъ мои́мъ, и҆ пред̾ а҆́гг҃лы воспою̀ тебѣ̀, ꙗ҆́кѡ ᲂу҆слы́шалъ є҆сѝ всѧ̑ глаго́лы ᲂу҆́стъ мои́хъ:

2

I will worship toward thy holy temple, and give thanks to thy name, on account of thy mercy and thy truth; for thou hast magnified thy holy name above every thing.

προσκυνήσω πρὸς ναὸν ἅγιόν σου καὶ ἐξομολογήσομαι τῷ ὀνόματί σου ἐπὶ τῷ ἐλέει σου καὶ τῇ ἀληθείᾳ σου, ὅτι ἐμεγάλυνας ἐπὶ πᾶν τὸ ὄνομα τὸ ἅγιόν σου.

поклоню́сѧ ко хра́мꙋ ст҃о́мꙋ твоемꙋ̀ и҆ и҆сповѣ́мсѧ и҆́мени твоемꙋ̀ ѡ҆ млⷭ҇ти твое́й и҆ и҆́стинѣ твое́й, ꙗ҆́кѡ возвели́чилъ є҆сѝ над̾ всѣ́мъ и҆́мѧ твоѐ ст҃о́е.

3

In whatsoever day I shall call upon thee, hear me speedily; thou shalt abundantly provide me with thy power in my soul.

ἐν ᾗ ἂν ἡμέρᾳ ἐπικαλέσωμαί σε, ταχὺ ἐπάκουσόν μου· πολυωρήσεις με ἐν ψυχῇ μου δυνάμει σου.

Во́ньже а҆́ще де́нь призовꙋ́ тѧ, ско́рѡ ᲂу҆слы́ши мѧ̀: ᲂу҆мно́жиши мѧ̀ въ дꙋшѝ мое́й си́лою твое́ю.

4

Let all the kings of the earth, O Lord, give thanks unto thee; for they have heard all the words of thy mouth.

ἐξομολογησάσθωσάν σοι, Κύριε, πάντες οἱ βασιλεῖς τῆς γῆς, ὅτι ἤκουσαν πάντα τὰ ῥήματα τοῦ στόματός σου.

Да и҆сповѣ́дѧтсѧ тебѣ̀, гдⷭ҇и, всѝ ца́рїе зе́мстїи, ꙗ҆́кѡ ᲂу҆слы́шаша всѧ̑ гл҃го́лы ᲂу҆́стъ твои́хъ:

5

And let them sing in the ways of the Lord; for great is the glory of the Lord.

καὶ ἆσάτωσαν ἐν ταῖς ᾠδαῖς Κυρίου, ὅτι μεγάλη ἡ δόξα Κυρίου,

и҆ да воспою́тъ въ пꙋте́хъ гдⷭ҇нихъ, ꙗ҆́кѡ ве́лїѧ сла́ва гдⷭ҇нѧ:

6

For the Lord is high, and [yet] regards the lowly; and he knows high things from afar off.

ὅτι ὑψηλὸς Κύριος καὶ τὰ ταπεινὰ ἐφορᾷ καὶ τὰ ὑψηλὰ ἀπὸ μακρόθεν γινώσκει.

ꙗ҆́кѡ высо́къ гдⷭ҇ь, и҆ смирє́нныѧ призира́етъ, и҆ высѡ́каѧ и҆здале́ча вѣ́сть.

7

Though I should walk in the midst of affliction, thou wilt quicken me; thou hast stretched forth thine hands against the wrath of mine enemies, and thy right hand has saved me.

ἐὰν πορευθῶ ἐν μέσῳ θλίψεως, ζήσεις με· ἐπ᾿ ὀργὴν ἐχθρῶν μου ἐξέτεινας χεῖράς σου, καὶ ἔσωσέ με ἡ δεξιά σου.

А҆́ще пойдꙋ̀ посредѣ̀ ско́рби, живи́ши мѧ̀: на гнѣ́въ вра̑гъ мои́хъ просте́рлъ є҆сѝ рꙋ́кꙋ твою̀, и҆ сп҃се́ мѧ десни́ца твоѧ̀.

8

O Lord, thou shalt recompense [them] on my behalf: thy mercy, O Lord, [endures] for ever: overlook not the works of thine hands.

Κύριος ἀνταποδώσει ὑπὲρ ἐμοῦ. Κύριε, τὸ ἔλεός σου εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα, τὰ ἔργα τῶν χειρῶν σου μὴ παρίδῃς.

Гдⷭ҇ь возда́стъ за мѧ̀: гдⷭ҇и, млⷭ҇ть твоѧ̀ во вѣ́къ: дѣ́лъ рꙋкꙋ̀ твоє́ю не пре́зри.