Psalms 139
1 [For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.] YHWH, you have searched me, and you know me.
| לַמְנַצֵּחַ לְדָוִד מִזְמוֹר יְהֹוָה חֲקַרְתַּנִי וַתֵּדָֽע׃ |
2 You know my sitting down and my rising up. You perceive my thoughts from afar.
| אַתָּה יָדַעְתָּ שִׁבְתִּי וְקוּמִי בַּנְתָּה לְרֵעִי מֵרָחֽוֹק׃ |
3 You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.
| אׇרְחִי וְרִבְעִי זֵרִיתָ וְֽכׇל־דְּרָכַי הִסְכַּֽנְתָּה׃ |
4 For there is not a word on my tongue, but, look, YHWH, you know it altogether.
| כִּי אֵין מִלָּה בִּלְשׁוֹנִי הֵן יְהֹוָה יָדַעְתָּ כֻלָּֽהּ׃ |
5 You encircle me behind and in front, and you place your hand upon me.
| אָחוֹר וָקֶדֶם צַרְתָּנִי וַתָּשֶׁת עָלַי כַּפֶּֽכָה׃ |
6 This knowledge is beyond me. It's lofty. I can't attain it.
| (פלאיה) [פְּלִיאָֽה] דַעַת מִמֶּנִּי נִשְׂגְּבָה לֹא־אוּכַֽל לָֽהּ׃ |
7 Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?
| אָנָֽה אֵלֵךְ מֵרוּחֶךָ וְאָנָה מִפָּנֶיךָ אֶבְרָֽח׃ |
8 If I ascend up into heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in Sheol, look, you are there. (Sheol h7585)
| אִם־אֶסַּק שָׁמַיִם שָׁם אָתָּה וְאַצִּיעָה שְּׁאוֹל הִנֶּֽךָּ׃ (Sheol h7585) |
9 If I take the wings of the dawn, and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea;
| אֶשָּׂא כַנְפֵי־שָׁחַר אֶשְׁכְּנָה בְּאַחֲרִית יָֽם׃ |
10 Even there your hand will lead me, and your right hand will hold me.
| גַּם־שָׁם יָדְךָ תַנְחֵנִי וְֽתֹאחֲזֵנִי יְמִינֶֽךָ׃ |
11 If I say, "Surely the darkness will overwhelm me; the light around me will be night;"
| וָאֹמַר אַךְ־חֹשֶׁךְ יְשׁוּפֵנִי וְלַיְלָה אוֹר בַּעֲדֵֽנִי׃ |
12 even the darkness doesn't hide from you, but the night shines as the day. The darkness is like light to you.
| גַּם־חֹשֶׁךְ לֹא־יַחְשִׁיךְ מִמֶּךָּ וְלַיְלָה כַּיּוֹם יָאִיר כַּחֲשֵׁיכָה כָּאוֹרָֽה׃ |
13 For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.
| כִּֽי־אַתָּה קָנִיתָ כִלְיֹתָי תְּסֻכֵּנִי בְּבֶטֶן אִמִּֽי׃ |
14 I will give thanks to you, for I am awesomely and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful, and my soul knows that very well.
| אוֹדְךָ עַל כִּי נֽוֹרָאוֹת נִפְלֵיתִי נִפְלָאִים מַעֲשֶׂיךָ וְנַפְשִׁי יֹדַעַת מְאֹֽד׃ |
15 My frame wasn't hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.
| לֹֽא־נִכְחַד עׇצְמִי מִמֶּךָּ אֲשֶׁר־עֻשֵּׂיתִי בַסֵּתֶר רֻקַּמְתִּי בְּֽתַחְתִּיּוֹת אָֽרֶץ׃ |
16 Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.
| גׇּלְמִי ׀ רָאוּ עֵינֶיךָ וְעַֽל־סִפְרְךָ כֻּלָּם יִכָּתֵבוּ יָמִים יֻצָּרוּ (ולא) [וְלוֹ] אֶחָד בָּהֶֽם׃ |
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God. How vast is the sum of them.
| וְלִי מַה־יָּקְרוּ רֵעֶיךָ אֵל מֶה עָצְמוּ רָאשֵׁיהֶֽם׃ |
18 If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
| אֶסְפְּרֵם מֵחוֹל יִרְבּוּן הֱקִיצֹתִי וְעוֹדִי עִמָּֽךְ׃ |
19 If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men.
| אִם־תִּקְטֹל אֱלוֹהַּ ׀ רָשָׁע וְאַנְשֵׁי דָמִים סוּרוּ מֶֽנִּי׃ |
20 For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.
| אֲשֶׁר יֹמְרוּךָ לִמְזִמָּה נָשׂוּא לַשָּׁוְא עָרֶֽיךָ׃ |
21 YHWH, do I not hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?
| הֲלֽוֹא־מְשַׂנְאֶיךָ יְהֹוָה ׀ אֶשְׂנָא וּבִתְקוֹמְמֶיךָ אֶתְקוֹטָֽט׃ |
22 I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.
| תַּכְלִית שִׂנְאָה שְׂנֵאתִים לְאוֹיְבִים הָיוּ לִֽי׃ |
23 Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.
| חׇקְרֵנִי אֵל וְדַע לְבָבִי בְּחָנֵנִי וְדַע שַׂרְעַפָּֽי׃ |
24 See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the everlasting way.
| וּרְאֵה אִם־דֶּֽרֶךְ־עֹצֶב בִּי וּנְחֵנִי בְּדֶרֶךְ עוֹלָֽם׃ |
