Psalm 143 Benedictus Dominus

God blesses them that praise him

It has been a week of conflict in God's kingdom within our souls.  Thanks be to God for teaching us to fight, for shewing us our own great misery, for leading us to further victory, for being our sure and only success.  When we examine the garden of our soul this Saturday, there is order, peace, well-being.

God gives victory

Benedíctus Dóminus, Deus meus, qui docet manus meas ad prælium, * et dígitos meos ad bellum.
2  Misericórdia mea, et refúgium meum: * suscéptor meus, et liberátor meus :
3  Protéctor meus, et in ipso sperávi: * qui subdit pópulum meum sub me.

Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, * and my fingers to war.
2  My mercy and my refuge, * my support and my deliverer :
3  My defender in whom I trust; * who subdueth my people that is under me.

Human insufficiency

4  Dómine, quid est homo quia innotuísti ei? * aut fílius hóminis, quia réputas eum?
5  Homo vanitáti símilis factus est: * dies ejus sicut umbra prætéreunt.

4  Lord, what is man, that thou are made known unto him? * or the son of man, that thou so regardest him?
5  Man is like unto vanity; * his days pass away like a shadow.

Divine might and assistance

 Dómine, inclína cælos tuos, et descénde: * tange montes, et fumigábunt.
7  Fúlgura coruscatiónem, et dissipábis eos: * emítte sagíttas tuas, et conturbábis eos.
8  Emítte manum tuam de alto, éripe me, et líbera me de aquis multis: * de manu filiórum alienórum.
9  Quorum os locútum est vanitátem: * et déxtera eórum, déxtera iniquitátis.

6  Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down; * touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
7  Cast forth thy lightning, and thou shalt scatter them; * shoot out thine arrows, and thou shalt afflict them.
8  Send down thine hand from above, deliver me, and take me out of the great waters, * from the hand of strange children.
9  Whose mouth talketh of vanity, * and their right hand is the right hand of wickedness.

Song of thanks

10  Deus, cánticum novum cantábo tibi: * in psaltério, decachórdo psallam tibi.
11  Qui das salútem régibus: * qui redemísti David, servum tuum, de gládio malígno : éripe me.
12  Et érue me de manu filiórum alienórum, quorum os locútum est vanitátem: * et déxtera eórum, déxtera iniquitátis.

10  I will sing a new song unto thee, O God; * and sing praises unto thee upon the ten-stringed lute.
11  Who hast given salvation unto kings, * and hast delivered David thy servant from the peril of the sword, O save thou me.
12  And deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth talketh of vanity, * and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:

Blessings to come

13  Quorum fílii, sicut novéllæ plantatiónes * in juventúte sua.
14  Fíliæ eórum compósitæ: * circumornátæ ut similitúdo templi.
15  Promptuária eórum plena: * eructántia ex hoc in illud.
16  Oves eórum fœtósæ, abundántes in egréssibus suis: * boves eórum crassæ.
17  Non est ruína macériæ, neque tránsitus: * neque clamor in platéis eórum.

13  Whose sons are as new plants * in their youth.
14  Their daughters decked out : * adorned round about like as a temple.
15  Their garners full * bringing forth plenteously.
16  Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth : * their oxen fat.
17  There is no breach of the walls, nor are they breached : *  nor is there crying out in their streets.

Finale

18  Beátum dixérunt pópulum, cui hæc sunt: * beátus pópulus, cujus Dóminus Deus ejus.

18  Blessed are the people called that have these things : * yea, blessed are the people who have the Lord for their God.