Psalm 143
Psalmus 143
Benedíctus Dóminus, ‡ Deus meus, qui docet manus meas ad práelium, * et dígitos meos ad bellum.
Misericórdia mea, et refúgium meum: * suscéptor meus, et liberátor meus:
Protéctor meus, et in ipso sperávi: * qui subdit pópulum meum sub me.
Dómine, quid est homo, quia innotuísti ei? * aut fílius hóminis, quia réputas eum?
Homo vanitáti símilis factus est: * dies ejus sicut umbra praetéreunt.
Dómine, inclína caelos tuos, et descénde: * tange montes, et fumigábunt.
Fúlgura coruscatiónem, et dissipábis eos: * emítte sagíttas tuas, et conturbábis eos.
Emítte manum tuam de alto, éripe me, et líbera me de aquis multis: * de manu filiórum alienórum.
Quorum os locútum est vanitátem: * et déxtera eórum, déxtera iniquitátis.
Deus, cánticum novum cantábo tibi: * in psaltério decachórdo psallam tibi.
Qui das salútem régibus: * qui redemísti David, servum tuum, de gládio malígno: éripe me.
Et érue me de manu filiórum alienórum, quorum os locútum est vanitátem: * et déxtera eórum, déxtera iniquitátis:
Quorum fílii, sicut novéllae plantatiónes * in juventúte sua.
Fíliae eórum compósitae: * circumornátae ut similitúdo templi.
Promptuária eórum plena, * eructántia ex hoc in illud.
Oves eórum foetósae, abundántes in egréssibus suis: * boves eórum crassae.
Non est ruína macériae, neque tránsitus: * neque clamor in platéis eórum.
Beátum dixérunt pópulum, cui haec sunt: * beátus pópulus, cujus Dóminus Deus ejus.
Glória Patri, et Fílio, * et Spirítui Sancto.
Sicut erat in princípio, et nunc, et semper, * et in sáecula saeculórum. Amen.
Psalm 143
Blessed be the Lord ‡ my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, * and my fingers to war.
My mercy, and my refuge: * my support, and my deliverer:
My protector, and I have hoped in him: * who subdueth my people under me.
Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? * or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
Man is like to vanity: * his days pass away like a shadow.
Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: * touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: * shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.
Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: * from the hand of strange children:
Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: * and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: * on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.
Who givest salvation to kings: * who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword: Deliver me,
And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: * and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:
Whose sons are as new plants * in their youth:
Their daughters decked out, * adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:
Their storehouses full, * flowing out of this into that.
Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth: * their oxen fat.
There is no breach of wall, nor passage, * nor crying out in their streets.
They have called the people happy, that hath these things: * but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning, is now, * and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
