Psalms 56
1 To the Chief Musician. Upon "The Dove of God from the distant Sea." David’s. A precious Psalm. When the Philistines seized him in Gath. Show me favour, O God, For weak man hath panted for me, All the day, a fighter oppresseth me:
| לַמְנַצֵּחַ ׀ עַל־יוֹנַת אֵלֶם רְחֹקִים לְדָוִד מִכְתָּם בֶּֽאֱחֹז אֹתוֹ פְלִשְׁתִּים בְּגַֽת׃ חָנֵּנִי אֱלֹהִים כִּֽי־שְׁאָפַנִי אֱנוֹשׁ כָּל־הַיּוֹם לֹחֵם יִלְחָצֵֽנִי׃ |
2 Mine adversaries have panted all the day, For, many, are fighting with me, loftily.
| שָׁאֲפוּ שׁוֹרְרַי כָּל־הַיּוֹם כִּֽי־רַבִּים לֹחֲמִים לִי מָרֽוֹם׃ |
3 What day I am afraid, I, unto thee will direct my confidence.
| יוֹם אִירָא אֲנִי אֵלֶיךָ אֶבְטָֽח׃ |
4 In God, I will praise his cause, —In God, have I trusted, I will not fear, What can flesh do unto me?
| בֵּאלֹהִים אֲהַלֵּל דְּבָרוֹ בֵּאלֹהִים בָּטַחְתִּי לֹא אִירָא מַה־יַּעֲשֶׂה בָשָׂר לִֽי׃ |
5 All the day, they wrest, my words, Against me, all their devices are for mischief;
| כָּל־הַיּוֹם דְּבָרַי יְעַצֵּבוּ עָלַי כָּל־מַחְשְׁבֹתָם לָרָֽע׃ |
6 They stir up strife—they lie hid, They, mark my steps, —Seeing they have waited for my life.
| יָגוּרוּ ׀ יצפינו יִצְפּוֹנוּ הֵמָּה עֲקֵבַי יִשְׁמֹרוּ כַּאֲשֶׁר קִוּוּ נַפְשִֽׁי׃ |
7 Because of iniquity, recompense thou them, —In anger, bring thou down, the peoples, O God.
| עַל־אָוֶן פַּלֶּט־לָמוֹ בְּאַף עַמִּים ׀ הוֹרֵד אֱלֹהִֽים׃ |
8 My wandering, hast, thou, recorded, —Put thou my tears in thy bottle, Are they not in thy record?
| נֹדִי סָפַרְתָּה אָתָּה שִׂימָה דִמְעָתִי בְנֹאדֶךָ הֲלֹא בְּסִפְרָתֶֽךָ׃ |
9 Then, shall my foes turn back, in the day I cry, This, I know, for God is mine!
| אָז יָשׁוּבוּ אוֹיְבַי אָחוֹר בְּיוֹם אֶקְרָא זֶה־יָדַעְתִּי כִּֽי־אֱלֹהִים לִֽי׃ |
10 In God, will I praise with good cause: In Yahweh, will I praise with good cause;
| בֵּֽאלֹהִים אֲהַלֵּל דָּבָר בַּיהוָה אֲהַלֵּל דָּבָֽר׃ |
11 In God, have I trusted, I will not fear, What can a son of earth do unto me!
| בֵּֽאלֹהִים בָּטַחְתִּי לֹא אִירָא מַה־יַּעֲשֶׂה אָדָם לִֽי׃ |
12 Upon me, O God, are thy vows, I will pay back praises unto thee.
| עָלַי אֱלֹהִים נְדָרֶיךָ אֲשַׁלֵּם תּוֹדֹת לָֽךְ׃ |
13 For thou hast rescued my soul from death, Wilt thou not [rescue] my feet from stumbling? That I may walk to and fro, before God, In the light of life.
| כִּי הִצַּלְתָּ נַפְשִׁי מִמָּוֶת הֲלֹא רַגְלַי מִדֶּחִי לְהִֽתְהַלֵּךְ לִפְנֵי אֱלֹהִים בְּאוֹר הֽ͏ַחַיִּֽים׃ |
