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Εἰς τὸ τέλος· μὴ διαφθείρῃς· τῷ Δαυεὶδ εἰς στηλο-

γραφίαν, ὁπότε ἀπέστειλεν Σαοὺλ καὶ ἐφύλαξεν τὸν

οἴκον αὐτοῦ τοῦ θανατῶσαι αὐτόν.

Ἐξελοῦ με ἐκ τῶν ἐχθρῶν μου, ὁ θεός,

καὶ ἐκ τῶν ἐπανιστανομένων ἐπʼ ἐμὲ λύτρωσαί με.

ῥῦσαί με ἐκ τῶν ἐργαζομένων τὴν ἀνομίαν,

καὶ ἐξ ἀνδρῶν αἱμάτων σῶσόν με.

ὅτι ἰδοὺ ἐθήρευσαν τὴν ψυχὴν μου.

ἐπέθεντο ἐπʼ ἐμὲ κραταιοί

οὔτε ἡ ἀνομία μου οὔτε ἡ ἁμαρτία μου, Κύριε.

ἄνευ ἀνομίας ἔδραμον καὶ κατεύθυνα·

ἐξεγέρθητι εἰς συνάντησίν μου καὶ ἴδε,

καὶ σύ, Κύριε ὁ θεὸς τῶν δυνάμεων, ὁ θεὸς Ἰσραήλ,

πρόσχες τοῦ ἐπισκέψασθαι πάντα τὰ ἔθνη,

μὴ οἰκτειρήσῃς πάντας τοὺς ἐργαζομένους τὴν ἀνομίαν.

διάψαλμα.

ἐπιστρέψουσιν εἰς ἑσπέραν καὶ λιμώξουσιν ὡς κύων, καὶ

κυκλώσουσιν πόλιν.

ἰδοὺ ἀποφθέγξονται ἐν τῷ στόματι αὐτῶν, καὶ ῥομφαία ἐν

τοῖς χείλεσιν αὐτῶν·

ὅτι τίς ἤκουσεν;

καὶ σύ, Κύριε, ἐκγελάσῃ αὐτούς.

ἐξουδενώσεις πάντα τὸ ἔθνη.

τὸ κράτος μου πρὸς σὲ φυλάξω,

ὅτι θεὸς ἀντιλήμπτωρ μου εἶ.

ὁ θεός μου, τὸ ἔλεος αὐτοῦ προφθάσει με·

ὁ θεός μου δείξει μοι ἐν τοῖς ἐχθροῖς μου.

μὴ ἀποκτείνῃς αὐτούς, μή ποτε ἐπιλάθωνται τοῦ νόμου σου·

διασκόρπισον αὐτοὺς ἐν τῇ δυνάμει σου

καὶ κατάγαγε αὐτούς, ὁ ὑπερασπιστής μου κύριε.

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ἁμαρτίαν στόματος αὐτῶν, λόγον χειλέων αὐτῶν,

καὶ συνλημφθήτωσαν ἐν τῇ ὑπερηφανίᾳ αὐτῶν·

καὶ ἐξ ἀρᾶς καὶ ψεύδους διαγγελήσονται

συντέλειαι,

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ἐν ὀργῇ συντελείας, καὶ οὐ μὴ ὑπάρξουσιν·¶

καὶ γνώσονται ὅτι ὁ θεὸς τοῦ Ἰακὰβ δεσπόζει τῶν περάτων

τῆς γῆς. διάψαλμα.

ἐπιστρέψουσιν εἰς ἑσπέραν καὶ λιμώξουσιν ὡς κύων, καὶ

κυκλώσουσιν πόλιν·

αὐτοὶ διασκορπισθήσονται τοῦ φαγεῖν,

ἐὰν δὲ χορτασθῶσιν, καὶ γογγύσουσιν.

ἐγὼ δὲ ἄσομαι τῇ δυνάμει σου,

καὶ ἀγαλλιάσομαι τὸ πρωὶ τὸ ἔλεός σου·

ὅτι ἐγενήθης ἀντιλήμπτωρ μου

καὶ καταφυγὴ ἐν ἡμέρᾳ θλίψεως.

βοηθός μου, σοὶ ψαλῶ, ὁ θεός μου·

ὅτι ἀντιλήμπτωρ μου εἶ,

ὁ θεός μου, τὸ ἔλεός μου.

For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David.

Do you indeed speak righteousness, silent ones? Do you judge blamelessly, you sons of men?

No, in your heart you plot injustice. You measure out the violence of your hands in the earth.

The wicked go astray from the womb. They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies.

Their poison is like the poison of a snake; Like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,

Which doesn’t listen to the voice of charmers, No matter how skillful the charmer may be.

Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh.

Let them vanish as water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.

Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, Like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.

Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, He will sweep away the green and the burning alike.

The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance. He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked;

So that men shall say, “Most assuredly there is a reward for the righteous. Most assuredly there is a God who judges the earth.”

Septuaginta Psalms 58

ed. Henry Barclay Swete D.D.

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