Psalmus 15 (16)
Psalm 15 (16)
Dominus pars hereditatis meæ
The Lord is my inheritance
Deus suscitavit Iesum solutis doloribus mortis (Act ).
God raised Jesus from the dead, delivering Him from the pains of death (Act ).
Consérva me, Deus, * quóniam sperávi in te.
Preserve me, O Lord, for I have put my trust in thee.
Dixi Dómino: «Dóminus meus es tu, * bonum mihi non est sine te».
I have said to the Lord, thou art my God, for thee hast no need of my goods.
In sanctos, qui sunt in terra, ínclitos viros, * omnis volúntas mea in eos.
To the saints, who are in his land, he hath made wonderful all my desires in them.
Multiplicántur dolóres eórum, * qui post deos aliénos acceleravérunt.
Their infirmities were multiplied: afterwards they made haste.
Non effúndam libatiónes eórum de sanguínibus, * neque assúmam nómina eórum in lábiis meis.
I will not gather together their meetings for blood offerings: nor will I be mindful of their names by my lips.
Dóminus pars hereditátis meæ et cálicis mei: * tu es qui détines sortem meam.
The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and of my cup: it is thou that wilt restore my inheritance to me.
Funes cecidérunt mihi in præcláris; * ínsuper et heréditas mea speciósa est mihi.
The lines are fallen unto me in goodly places: for my inheritance is goodly to me.
Benedícam Dóminum, qui tríbuit mihi intelléctum; * ínsuper et in nóctibus erudiérunt me renes mei.
I will bless the Lord, who hath given me understanding: moreover, my reins also have corrected me even till night.
Proponébam Dóminum in conspéctu meo semper; * quóniam a dextris est mihi non commovébor.
I set the Lord always in my sight: for he is at my right hand, that I be not moved.
Propter hoc lætátum est cor meum, † et exsultavérunt præcórdia mea; * ínsuper et caro mea requiéscet in spe.
Therefore my heart hath been glad, and my tongue hath rejoiced: moreover my flesh also shall rest in hope.
Quóniam non derelínques ánimam meam in inférno, * nec dabis sanctum tuum vidére corruptiónem.
Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; nor wilt thou give thy holy one to see corruption.
Notas mihi fácies vias vitæ, † plenitúdinem lætítiæ cum vultu tuo, * delectatiónes in déxtera tua usque in finem.
Thou hast made known to me the ways of life, thou shalt fill me with joy with thy countenance: at thy right hand are delights even to the end.
