Psa Sálmarnir, sálmur Sálmarnir, sálmur 64

Sálmarnir 64:1–3 í mismunandi þýðingum

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KJV (66 books) +2 ¹Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy. ²Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity: ³Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:

ASV +1 ¹Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: Preserve my life from fear of the enemy. ²Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, From the tumult of the workers of iniquity; ³Who have whet their tongue like a sword, And have aimed their arrows, even bitter words,

BSB +1 ¹For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice of complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy. ²Hide me from the scheming of the wicked, from the mob of workers of iniquity, ³who sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their bitter words like arrows,

DRA [63:2–4] ²Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy. ³Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity. ⁴For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing,

FBV ¹God, please listen to my complaint. Protect me because my enemies scare me. ²Shelter me from the plots of the wicked, from this evil mob. ³What they say cuts like swords; they fire off poisonous words like arrows.

GNV ¹To him that excelleth. A Psalme of David. Heare my voyce, O God, in my prayer: preserue my life from feare of the enemie. ²Hide me from the conspiracie of the wicked, and from the rage of the workers of iniquitie. ³Which haue whette their tongue like a sword, and shot for their arrowes bitter wordes.

JPS ¹For the Leader. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from the terror of the enemy. ²Hide me from the council of evil-doers; from the tumult of the workers of iniquity; ³Who have whet their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a poisoned word;

LSV ¹TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, || You keep my life from the fear of an enemy, ²Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers, || From the tumult of workers of iniquity. ³Who sharpened their tongue as a sword, || They directed their arrow—a bitter word.

NASB ¹Hear my voice, God, in my complaint; Protect my life from dread of the enemy. ²Hide me from the secret discussion of evildoers, From the restlessness of the workers of injustice, ³Who have sharpened their tongues like a sword. They aimed bitter speech as their arrows, NASB 2020

NIV (US) +1 ¹Hear me, my God, as I voice my complaint; protect my life from the threat of the enemy. ²Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the plots of evildoers. ³They sharpen their tongues like swords and aim cruel words like deadly arrows.

NMV ¹Hear my voice, O God-Elōhīm (The Living Word) [The Many Powered], in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy. ²Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity: ³Who whet their tongue like a sword, [and] bend [their bows to shoot] their arrows, [even] bitter words:

OJB [64:2–4] ²Hear my voice, O Elohim, in my si'akh (complaint); preserve my life from the pachad (terror) of the oyev (enemy). ³Hide me from the sod (secret counsel, conspiracy) of the re'im; from the rigshah (insurrection, noisy crowd, assembly) of the workers of iniquity; ⁴Who whet their tongue like a cherev, and aim their khitzim (arrows), even davar mar (bitter words);

T4T ¹God, listen to me as I tell you the things that I am worried about. I am afraid of my enemies; so save/rescue me from them. ²Protect me from what wicked men are planning to do to me; protect me from that gang of men who do what is evil. ³The hostile things they say [MTY] are like [SIM] sharp swords; their cruel words are like [SIM] arrows.

WEB (US) +7 ¹Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. Preserve my life from fear of the enemy. ²Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil; ³who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,