Psalms 139
1 [For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.] YHWH, you have searched me, and you know me.
| לַ֭מְנַצֵּחַ לְדָוִ֣ד מִזְמֹ֑ור יְהוָ֥ה חֲ֝קַרְתַּ֗נִי וַתֵּדָֽע׃ |
2 You know my sitting down and my rising up. You perceive my thoughts from afar.
| אַתָּ֣ה יָ֭דַעְתָּ שִׁבְתִּ֣י וְקוּמִ֑י בַּ֥נְתָּה לְ֝רֵעִ֗י מֵרָחֹֽוק׃ |
3 You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.
| אָרְחִ֣י וְרִבְעִ֣י זֵרִ֑יתָ וְֽכָל־דְּרָכַ֥י הִסְכַּֽנְתָּה׃ |
4 For there is not a word on my tongue, but, look, YHWH, you know it altogether.
| כִּ֤י אֵ֣ין מִ֭לָּה בִּלְשֹׁונִ֑י הֵ֥ן יְ֝הוָ֗ה יָדַ֥עְתָּ כֻלָּֽהּ׃ |
5 You encircle me behind and in front, and you place your hand upon me.
| אָחֹ֣ור וָקֶ֣דֶם צַרְתָּ֑נִי וַתָּ֖שֶׁת עָלַ֣י כַּפֶּֽכָה׃ |
6 This knowledge is beyond me. It's lofty. I can't attain it.
| פִּלְאִיָּה (פְּלִ֣יאָֽה) דַ֣עַת מִמֶּ֑נִּי נִ֝שְׂגְּבָ֗ה לֹא־א֥וּכַֽל לָֽהּ׃ |
7 Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?
| אָ֭נָ֥ה אֵלֵ֣ךְ מֵרוּחֶ֑ךָ וְ֝אָ֗נָה מִפָּנֶ֥יךָ 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־אֶסַּ֣ק שָׁ֭מַיִם שָׁ֣ם אָ֑תָּה וְאַצִּ֖יעָה שְּׁאֹ֣ול הִנֶּֽךָּ׃ (Sheol h7585) |
9 If I take the wings of the dawn, and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea;
| אֶשָּׂ֥א כַנְפֵי־שָׁ֑חַר אֶ֝שְׁכְּנָ֗ה בְּאַחֲרִ֥ית יָֽם׃ |
10 Even there your hand will lead me, and your right hand will hold me.
| גַּם־שָׁ֭ם יָדְךָ֣ תַנְחֵ֑נִי וְֽתֹאחֲזֵ֥נִי יְמִינֶֽךָ׃ |
11 If I say, "Surely the darkness will overwhelm me; the light around me will be night;"
| וָ֭אֹמַר אַךְ־חֹ֣שֶׁךְ יְשׁוּפֵ֑נִי וְ֝לַ֗יְלָה אֹ֣ור 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־חֹשֶׁךְ֮ לֹֽא־יַחְשִׁ֪יךְ מִ֫מֶּ֥ךָ וְ֭לַיְלָה כַּיֹּ֣ום יָאִ֑יר כַּ֝חֲשֵׁיכָ֗ה כָּאֹורָֽה׃ |
13 For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.
| כִּֽי־אַ֭תָּה קָנִ֣יתָ כִלְיֹתָ֑י תְּ֝סֻכֵּ֗נִי בְּבֶ֣טֶן 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.
| אֹֽודְךָ֗ עַ֤ל כִּ֥י נֹורָאֹ֗ות נִ֫פְלֵ֥יתִי נִפְלָאִ֥ים מַעֲשֶׂ֑יךָ וְ֝נַפְשִׁ֗י יֹדַ֥עַת מְאֹֽד׃ |
15 My frame wasn't hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.
| לֹא־נִכְחַ֥ד עָצְמִ֗י מִ֫מֶּ֥ךָּ אֲשֶׁר־עֻשֵּׂ֥יתִי בַסֵּ֑תֶר רֻ֝קַּ֗מְתִּי בְּֽתַחְתִּיֹּ֥ות 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.
| גָּלְמִ֤י ׀ רָ֘א֤וּ עֵינֶ֗יךָ וְעַֽל־סִפְרְךָ֮ כֻּלָּ֪ם יִכָּ֫תֵ֥בוּ יָמִ֥ים יֻצָּ֑רוּ וְלֹא (וְלֹ֖ו) אֶחָ֣ד בָּהֶֽם׃ |
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God. How vast is the sum of them.
| וְלִ֗י מַה־יָּקְר֣וּ רֵעֶ֣יךָ אֵ֑ל מֶ֥ה עָ֝צְמוּ רָאשֵׁיהֶֽם׃ |
18 If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
| אֶ֭סְפְּרֵם מֵחֹ֣ול יִרְבּ֑וּן הֱ֝קִיצֹ֗תִי וְעֹודִ֥י עִמָּֽךְ׃ |
19 If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men.
| אִם־תִּקְטֹ֖ל אֱלֹ֥והַּ ׀ רָשָׁ֑ע וְאַנְשֵׁ֥י דָ֝מִ֗ים ס֣וּרוּ מֶֽנִּי׃ |
20 For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.
| אֲשֶׁ֣ר יֹ֭אמְרֻךָ לִמְזִמָּ֑ה נָשֻׂ֖א לַשָּׁ֣וְא עָרֶֽיךָ׃ |
21 YHWH, do I not hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?
| הֲלֹֽוא־מְשַׂנְאֶ֖יךָ יְהוָ֥ה ׀ אֶשְׂנָ֑א וּ֝בִתְקֹומְמֶ֗יךָ אֶתְקֹוטָֽט׃ |
22 I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.
| תַּכְלִ֣ית שִׂנְאָ֣ה שְׂנֵאתִ֑ים לְ֝אֹויְבִ֗ים הָ֣יוּ לִֽי׃ |
23 Search me, God, and know my heart. Try me, and know my thoughts.
| חָקְרֵ֣נִי אֵ֭ל וְדַ֣ע לְבָבִ֑י בְּ֝חָנֵ֗נִי וְדַ֣ע שַׂרְעַפָּֽי׃ |
24 See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the everlasting way.
| וּרְאֵ֗ה אִם־דֶּֽרֶךְ־עֹ֥צֶב בִּ֑י וּ֝נְחֵ֗נִי בְּדֶ֣רֶךְ עֹולָֽם׃ |
