Psalms 17
1 A PRAYER OF DAVID. Hear, O YHWH, righteousness, attend my cry, Give ear [to] my prayer, without lips of deceit.
| תְּפִלָּה לְדָוִד שִׁמְעָה יְהֹוָה ׀ צֶדֶק הַקְשִׁיבָה רִנָּתִי הַאֲזִינָה תְפִלָּתִי בְּלֹא שִׂפְתֵי מִרְמָֽה׃ |
2 My judgment goes out from before You; Your eyes see uprightly.
| מִלְּפָנֶיךָ מִשְׁפָּטִי יֵצֵא עֵינֶיךָ תֶּחֱזֶינָה מֵישָׁרִֽים׃ |
3 You have proved my heart, You have inspected by night, You have tried me, You find nothing; My thoughts do not pass over my mouth.
| בָּחַנְתָּ לִבִּי ׀ פָּקַדְתָּ לַּיְלָה צְרַפְתַּנִי בַל־תִּמְצָא זַמֹּתִי בַּל־יַעֲבׇר־פִּֽי׃ |
4 As for doings of man, Through a word of Your lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;
| לִפְעֻלּוֹת אָדָם בִּדְבַר שְׂפָתֶיךָ אֲנִי שָׁמַרְתִּי אׇרְחוֹת פָּרִֽיץ׃ |
5 To uphold my goings in Your paths, My steps have not slipped.
| תָּמֹךְ אֲשֻׁרַי בְּמַעְגְּלוֹתֶיךָ בַּל־נָמוֹטּוּ פְעָמָֽי׃ |
6 I called You, for You answer me, O God, incline Your ear to me, hear my speech.
| אֲנִֽי־קְרָאתִיךָ כִֽי־תַעֲנֵנִי אֵל הַֽט־אׇזְנְךָ לִי שְׁמַע אִמְרָתִֽי׃ |
7 Separate Your kindness wonderfully, O Savior of the confiding, By Your right hand, from withstanders.
| הַפְלֵה חֲסָדֶיךָ מוֹשִׁיעַ חוֹסִים מִמִּתְקוֹמְמִים בִּֽימִינֶֽךָ׃ |
8 Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; Hide me in the shadow of Your wings,
| שׇׁמְרֵנִי כְּאִישׁוֹן בַּת־עָיִן בְּצֵל כְּנָפֶיךָ תַּסְתִּירֵֽנִי׃ |
9 From the face of the wicked who spoiled me, [From] my enemies in soul who go around against me.
| מִפְּנֵי רְשָׁעִים זוּ שַׁדּוּנִי אֹיְבַי בְּנֶפֶשׁ יַקִּיפוּ עָלָֽי׃ |
10 They have closed up their fat, Their mouths have spoken with pride:
| חֶלְבָּמוֹ סָּגְרוּ פִּימוֹ דִּבְּרוּ בְגֵאֽוּת׃ |
11 “Our steps have now surrounded [him]”; They set their eyes to turn aside in the land.
| אַשֻּׁרֵינוּ עַתָּה (סבבוני) [סְבָבוּנוּ] עֵינֵיהֶם יָשִׁיתוּ לִנְטוֹת בָּאָֽרֶץ׃ |
12 His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.
| דִּמְיֹנוֹ כְּאַרְיֵה יִכְסוֹף לִטְרֹף וְכִכְפִיר יֹשֵׁב בְּמִסְתָּרִֽים׃ |
13 Arise, O YHWH, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Your sword,
| קוּמָה יְהֹוָה קַדְּמָה פָנָיו הַכְרִיעֵהוּ פַּלְּטָה נַפְשִׁי מֵרָשָׁע חַרְבֶּֽךָ׃ |
14 From men, Your hand, O YHWH, From men of the world, their portion [is] in life, And [with] Your hidden things You fill their belly, They are satisfied [with] sons, And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
| מִמְתִֽים־יָדְךָ ׀ יְהֹוָה מִֽמְתִים מֵחֶלֶד חֶלְקָם בַּֽחַיִּים (וצפינך) [וּֽצְפוּנְךָ] תְּמַלֵּא בִטְנָם יִשְׂבְּעוּ בָנִים וְהִנִּיחוּ יִתְרָם לְעוֹלְלֵיהֶֽם׃ |
15 I—in righteousness, I see Your face; I am satisfied, in awaking, [with] Your form!
| אֲנִי בְּצֶדֶק אֶחֱזֶה פָנֶיךָ אֶשְׂבְּעָה בְהָקִיץ תְּמוּנָתֶֽךָ׃ |
