Interpretations of Psalm 34:
Psalm to David.
Judge, Lord, those who offend me, overcome those who fight me. Take the weapon and the shield, and rise to my help. Take away the sword and imprison those who persecute me. The words of my soul: I am your salvation. Let those who seek my soul be ashamed and put to shame, let those who think evil about me turn back and be ashamed. Let them be like dust before the wind, and the Angel of the Lord insulting them. Let their path be dark and creeping, and the Angel of the Lord chase them: for I hid the destruction of my net in vain, reproaching my soul in vain. Let a net come to him that he knows not, and let a trap that is hidden embrace him, and let him fall into the net. My soul will rejoice in the Lord, it will rejoice in His salvation. All my bones cry out: Lord, Lord, who is like You? Deliver the poor from the hand of those who strong him, and the poor and the wretched from those who plunder him. Having stood up as a witness to unrighteousness, even though I did not know, I questioned me. I have rewarded the evil one with a good cart, and the childlessness of my soul. But when I felt cold, I put on sackcloth and humbled my soul with fasting, and my prayer returned to my bosom. As we please our neighbor, as our brother, we humble ourselves as weeping and lamenting. And she rejoiced at me and gathered herself together: she gathered her wounds against me, and did not know, she was divided, and she was not touched. Tempt me, imitate me with imitation, grind your teeth on me. Lord, when will you see? Protect my soul from their wickedness, from the lion of my only begotten. I will confess to You in the church among many, among the heavy people I will praise You. May those who are at enmity with me unjustly, those who hate me and those who despise me, do not rejoice over me. For I have peaceable words and thoughts of flattery against anger. You widened your mouth at me, deciding: good, good, you see with our eyes. You have seen it, Lord, but do not remain silent. Lord, don’t leave me. Arise, O Lord, and bring my judgment, O my God and my Lord, upon my land. Judge, O Lord, according to Thy righteousness, O Lord my God, and let them not rejoice over me. Let them not cry in their hearts: goodness, goodness of our soul; let them not cry: by the devouring of him. Let those who rejoice in my evil be ashamed and put to shame, and let those who speak against me be clothed with shame and shame. Let those who desire my righteousness rejoice and be glad, and let them say, “Glorified be the Lord, who desire peace for His servant.” And my tongue will learn Your righteousness, Your praise all day long.
Happy birthday, where we fight, overcome the struggling people. Accept your shield and rise up to my help: and the sword and conclude the resistance against the persecutors: my heart: sleep yours. Let us be ashamed and disgraceful and let our thoughts come back to us. Let the ashes be before the face of the wind, and let the sorrow and darkness be upon them: and the crawler, and the gdⷭchen chase of the i҆̀х: ꙗ҆́кѡ tꙋ́ don’t hide mѝ pagꙋbꙋ from your own network, vilify everything my dear. Let him come to the net, let him not know, and the catch, let him fall into darkness. My dear one will rejoice and rejoice in the future. All the brushes are moѧ̑ rivers: whereⷭ҇i, whereⷭ҇i, who is like you; and deliver the beggar and the rivers of the fortresses, and the beggar, and the gods who plunder them. Having risen on the ground as a witness to the unjust, we no longer know, questioning the world. Reward my blessings, and my desperation. And always, I always stand in my sackcloth and in humble fasting, and my prayer is in my bosom. will return. For our neighbors, for our brothers and sisters, for our good times: for crying out loud humble. And we rejoiced and gathered: we gathered together on our wounds, and we did not know: we divided, and we did not hurt. Iskꙋsisha mѧ̀, imitator mѧ̀ imitate, scratch on the mѧ̀ as if it were your own. Where, when? Build my home and the evils of my family. I confess you to many in the church, and I will praise you among the same people. May those who are hostile, unjust, hateful, and pitiful not return to me: ꙗ҆́кѡ I have peaceful verbs, and thoughts on the anger of flattery. Having expanded on the spot, you decide: good, good, you see ours. I saw where you are, but don’t keep silent: where you are, don’t tell me. Rise up, where you are, and where you are, with my soul, where you are, where you are, on my place. With me, where you are, truly yours, where you are mine, and may you not return to me. Let us not say in our hearts: good, good for our souls: below yes, let us not say: let us devour him. Let us be ashamed and disgraceful to the joyful people of mine: let us be ashamed and disgraceful in our lives on mѧ̀. Let them rejoice and rejoice in my righteousness: and let them exult, let the city be magnified, the servants of the world may be exalted. є҆гѡ̀. And my tongue is thy righteousness, all day long is thy praise.