Psalms 144
1 [By David.] Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:
| לְדָוִ֨ד ׀ בָּ֘ר֤וּךְ יְהוָ֨ה ׀ צוּרִ֗י הַֽמְלַמֵּ֣ד יָדַ֣י לַקְרָ֑ב אֶ֝צְבְּעֹותַ֗י לַמִּלְחָמָֽה׃ |
2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdues peoples under me.
| חַסְדִּ֥י וּמְצוּדָתִי֮ מִשְׂגַּבִּ֪י וּֽמְפַלְטִ֫י לִ֥י מָ֭גִנִּי וּבֹ֣ו חָסִ֑יתִי הָרֹודֵ֖ד עַמִּ֣י תַחְתָּֽי׃ |
3 LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
| יְֽהוָ֗ה מָה־אָ֭דָם וַתֵּדָעֵ֑הוּ בֶּן־אֱ֝נֹ֗ושׁ וַֽתְּחַשְּׁבֵֽהוּ׃ |
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
| אָ֭דָם לַהֶ֣בֶל דָּמָ֑ה יָ֝מָ֗יו כְּצֵ֣ל עֹובֵֽר׃ |
5 Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
| יְ֭הוָה הַט־שָׁמֶ֣יךָ וְתֵרֵ֑ד גַּ֖ע בֶּהָרִ֣ים וֽ͏ְיֶעֱשָֽׁנוּ׃ |
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
| בְּרֹ֣וק בָּ֭רָק וּתְפִיצֵ֑ם שְׁלַ֥ח חִ֝צֶּ֗יךָ וּתְהֻמֵּֽם׃ |
7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;
| שְׁלַ֥ח יָדֶ֗יךָ מִמָּ֫רֹ֥ום פְּצֵ֣נִי וְ֭הַצִּילֵנִי מִמַּ֣יִם רַבִּ֑ים מִ֝יַּ֗ד בְּנֵ֣י נֵכָֽר׃ |
8 whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
| אֲשֶׁ֣ר פִּ֭יהֶם דִּבֶּר־שָׁ֑וְא וִֽ֝ימִינָ֗ם יְמִ֣ין שָֽׁקֶר׃ |
9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
| אֱֽלֹהִ֗ים שִׁ֣יר חָ֭דָשׁ אָשִׁ֣ירָה לָּ֑ךְ בְּנֵ֥בֶל עָ֝שֹׂ֗ור אֲזַמְּרָה־לָּֽךְ׃ |
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
| הַנֹּותֵ֥ן תְּשׁוּעָ֗ה לַמְּלָ֫כִ֥ים הַ֭פֹּוצֶה אֶת־דָּוִ֥ד עַבְדֹּ֗ו מֵחֶ֥רֶב רָעָֽה׃ |
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
| פְּצֵ֥נִי וְהַצִּילֵנִי֮ מִיַּ֪ד בְּֽנֵי־נֵ֫כָ֥ר אֲשֶׁ֣ר פִּ֭יהֶם דִּבֶּר־שָׁ֑וְא וִֽ֝ימִינָ֗ם יְמִ֣ין שָֽׁקֶר׃ |
12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
| אֲשֶׁ֤ר בָּנֵ֨ינוּ ׀ כִּנְטִעִים֮ מְגֻדָּלִ֪ים בִּֽנְעוּרֵ֫יהֶ֥ם בְּנֹותֵ֥ינוּ כְזָוִיֹּ֑ת מְ֝חֻטָּבֹ֗ות תַּבְנִ֥ית הֵיכָֽל׃ |
13 Our storehouses are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
| מְזָוֵ֣ינוּ מְלֵאִים֮ מְפִיקִ֥ים מִזַּ֗ן אֶ֫ל־זַ֥ן צֹאונֵ֣נוּ מַ֭אֲלִיפֹות מְרֻבָּבֹ֗ות בְּחוּצֹותֵֽינוּ׃ |
14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
| אַלּוּפֵ֗ינוּ מְֽסֻבָּ֫לִ֥ים אֵֽין־פֶּ֭רֶץ וְאֵ֣ין יֹוצֵ֑את וְאֵ֥ין צְ֝וָחָ֗ה בִּרְחֹבֹתֵֽינוּ׃ |
15 Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
| אַשְׁרֵ֣י הָ֭עָם שֶׁכָּ֣כָה לֹּ֑ו אַֽשְׁרֵ֥י הָ֝עָ֗ם שֶׁיֲהוָ֥ה אֱלֹהָֽיו׃ |
