Psalm 143 [MT 144]

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Commentary from 8 fathers

1

[[A Psalm] of David concerning Goliad.] Blessed [be] the Lord my God, who instructs my hands for battle, [and] my fingers for war.

Τῷ Δαυΐδ, πρὸς τὸν Γολιάδ. - ΕΥΛΟΓΗΤΟΣ Κύριος ὁ Θεός μου ὁ διδάσκων τὰς χεῖράς μου εἰς παράταξιν, τοὺς δακτύλους μου εἰς πόλεμον·

Блгⷭ҇ве́нъ гдⷭ҇ь бг҃ъ мо́й, наꙋча́ѧй рꙋ́цѣ моѝ на ѡ҆полче́нїе, пе́рсты моѧ̑ на бра́нь.

2

My mercy, and my refuge; my helper, and my deliverer; my protector, in whom I have trusted; who subdues my people under me.

ἔλεός μου καὶ καταφυγή μου, ἀντιλήπτωρ μου καὶ ῥύστης μου, ὑπερασπιστής μου, καὶ ἐπ᾿ αὐτῷ ἤλπισα, ὁ ὑποτάσσων τὸν λαόν μου ὑπ᾿ ἐμέ.

Млⷭ҇ть моѧ̀ и҆ прибѣ́жище моѐ, застꙋ́пникъ мо́й и҆ и҆зба́витель мо́й, защи́титель мо́й, и҆ на него̀ ᲂу҆пова́хъ: повинꙋ́ѧй лю́ди моѧ̑ под̾ мѧ̀.

3

Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou takest account of him?

Κύριε, τί ἐστιν ἄνθρωπος ὅτι ἐγνώσθης αὐτῷ, ἢ υἱὸς ἀνθρώπου ὅτι λογίζῃ αὐτῷ;

Гдⷭ҇и, что̀ є҆́сть человѣ́къ, ꙗ҆́кѡ позна́лсѧ є҆сѝ є҆мꙋ̀; и҆лѝ сы́нъ человѣ́чь, ꙗ҆́кѡ вмѣнѧ́еши є҆гѡ̀;

4

Man is like to vanity: his days pass as a shadow.

ἄνθρωπος ματαιότητι ὡμοιώθη, αἱ ἡμέραι αὐτοῦ ὡσεὶ σκιὰ παράγουσι.

Человѣ́къ сꙋетѣ̀ ᲂу҆подо́бисѧ: дні́е є҆гѡ̀ ꙗ҆́кѡ сѣ́нь прехо́дѧтъ.

5

O Lord, bow thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

Κύριε, κλῖνον οὐρανοὺς καὶ κατάβηθι, ἅψαι τῶν ὀρέων, καὶ καπνισθήσονται.

Гдⷭ҇и, преклонѝ нб҃са̀, и҆ сни́ди: косни́сѧ гора́мъ, и҆ воздымѧ́тсѧ:

6

Send lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: send forth thine arrows, and thou shalt discomfit them.

ἄστραψον ἀστραπὴν καὶ σκορπιεῖς αὐτούς, ἐξαπόστειλον τὰ βέλη σου καὶ συνταράξεις αὐτούς.

блеснѝ мо́лнїю, и҆ разжене́ши ѧ҆̀: послѝ стрѣ́лы твоѧ̑, и҆ смѧте́ши ѧ҆̀.

7

Send forth thine hand from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strange children;

ἐξαπόστειλον τὴν χεῖρά σου ἐξ ὕψους, ἐξελοῦ με καὶ ρῦσαί με ἐξ ὑδάτων πολλῶν, ἐκ χειρὸς υἱῶν ἀλλοτρίων,

Послѝ рꙋ́кꙋ твою̀ съ высоты̀, и҆зми́ мѧ и҆ и҆зба́ви мѧ̀ ѿ во́дъ мно́гихъ, и҆з̾ рꙋкѝ сынѡ́въ чꙋжди́хъ,

8

whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.

ὧν τὸ στόμα ἐλάλησε ματαιότητα, καὶ ἡ δεξιὰ αὐτῶν δεξιὰ ἀδικίας.

и҆́хже ᲂу҆ста̀ глаго́лаша сꙋетꙋ̀, и҆ десни́ца и҆́хъ десни́ца непра́вды.

9

O God, I will sing a new song to thee: I will play to thee on a psaltery of ten strings.

ὁ Θεός, ᾠδὴν καινὴν ᾄσομαί σοι, ἐν ψαλτηρίῳ δεκαχόρδῳ ψαλῶ σοι

Бж҃е, пѣ́снь но́вꙋ воспою̀ тебѣ̀, во ѱалти́ри десѧтострꙋ́ннѣмъ пою̀ тебѣ̀:

10

[Even] to him who gives salvation to kings: who redeems his servant David from the hurtful sword.

τῷ διδόντι τὴν σωτηρίαν τοῖς βασιλεῦσι, τῷ λυτρουμένῳ Δαυΐδ τὸν δοῦλον αὐτοῦ ἐκ ρομφαίας πονηρᾶς.

даю́щемꙋ спⷭ҇нїе царє́мъ, и҆збавлѧ́ющемꙋ дв҃да раба̀ своего̀ ѿ меча̀ лю́та.

11

Deliver me, and rescue me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity;

ρῦσαί με καὶ ἐξελοῦ με ἐκ χειρὸς υἱῶν ἀλλοτρίων, ὧν τὸ στόμα ἐλάλησε ματαιότητα καὶ ἡ δεξιὰ αὐτῶν δεξιὰ ἀδικίας.

И҆зба́ви мѧ̀ и҆ и҆зми́ мѧ и҆з̾ рꙋкѝ сынѡ́въ чꙋжди́хъ, и҆́хже ᲂу҆ста̀ глаго́лаша сꙋетꙋ̀, и҆ десни́ца и҆́хъ десни́ца непра́вды:

12

whose children are as plants, strengthened in their youth: their daughters are beautiful, sumptuously adorned after the similitude of a temple.

ὧν οἱ υἱοὶ ὡς νεόφυτα ἱδρυμένα ἐν τῇ νεότητι αὐτῶν, αἱ θυγατέρες αὐτῶν κεκαλλωπισμέναι, περικεκοσμημέναι ὡς ὁμοίωμα ναοῦ,

и҆́хже сы́нове и҆́хъ ꙗ҆́кѡ новосаждє́нїѧ водрꙋжє́наѧ въ ю҆́ности свое́й, дщє́ри и҆́хъ ᲂу҆до́брєны, преꙋкра́шєны ꙗ҆́кѡ подо́бїе хра́ма:

13

Their garners are full, and bursting with one kind of store after another; their sheep are prolific, multiplying in their streets.

τὰ ταμιεῖα αὐτῶν πλήρη, ἐξερευγόμενα ἐκ τούτου εἰς τοῦτο, τὰ πρόβατα αὐτῶν πολύτοκα, πληθύνοντα ἐν ταῖς ἐξόδοις αὐτῶν,

храни̑лища и҆́хъ и҆спо́лнєна, ѿрыга̑ющаѧ ѿ сегѡ̀ въ сїѐ: ѻ҆́вцы и҆́хъ многоплѡ́дны, мно́жащыѧсѧ во и҆схо́дищихъ свои́хъ: воло́ве и҆́хъ то́лсти:

14

Their oxen are fat: there is no falling down of a hedge, nor going out, nor cry in their folds.

οἱ βόες αὐτῶν παχεῖς, οὐκ ἔστι κατάπτωμα φραγμοῦ, οὐδὲ διέξοδος, οὐδὲ κραυγὴ ἐν ταῖς πλατείαις αὐτῶν,

нѣ́сть паде́нїѧ ѡ҆пло́тꙋ, нижѐ прохо́да, нижѐ во́плѧ въ сто́гнахъ и҆́хъ.

15

Men bless the people to whom this lot belongs, [but] blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.

ἐμακάρισαν τὸν λαόν, ᾧ ταῦτά ἐστι· μακάριος ὁ λαός, οὗ Κύριος ὁ Θεὸς αὐτοῦ.

Оу҆бл҃жи́ша лю́ди, и҆̀мже сїѧ̑ сꙋ́ть: бл҃же́ни лю́дїе, и҆̀мже гдⷭ҇ь бг҃ъ и҆́хъ.