Psalms, 13
1. Unto the end, a psalm for David. The fool hath said in his heart: There is no God, They are corrupt, and are become abominable in their ways: there is none that doth good, no not one.
1. Al maestro di coro. Salmo. Di Davide.
2. The Lord hath looked down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there be any that understand and seek God.
2. Fino a quando, o Signore, mi terrai in oblìo? Per sempre? Fino a quando terrai il tuo volto nascosto da me?
3. They are all gone aside, they are become unprofitable together: there is none that doth good, no not one. Their throat is an open sepulchre: with their tongues they acted deceitfully; the poison of asps is under their lips. Their mouth is full of cursing and bitterness; their feet are swift to shed blood. Destruction and unhappiness in their ways: and the way of peace they have not known: there is no fear of God before their eyes.
3. Fino a quando volgerò pensieri nella mia anima, tristezza nel mio cuore tutto il giorno? Fino a quando s'ergerà il nemico su di me?
4. Shall not all they know that work iniquity, who devour my people as they eat bread ?
4. Guarda, rispondimi, o Signore mio Dio, da' luce ai miei occhi perché non dorma il sonno della morte,
5. They have not called upon the Lord: there have they trembled for fear, where there was no fear.
5. perché non dica il mio nemico: "L'ho sopraffatto", e i miei avversari si rallegrino al mio vacillare.
6. For the Lord is in the just generation: you have confounded the counsel of the poor man, but the Lord is his hope.
6. Ma io nella tua misericordia confido; gioisca il mio cuore nella tua salvezza, e canti al Signore che mi ha beneficato.
7. Who shall give out of Sion the salvation of Israel? when the Lord shall have turned away the captivity of his people, Jacob shall rejoice and Israel shall be glad.
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