Psalms 71
1 In thee, O Yahweh, have I sought refuge, May I not be ashamed unto times age-abiding:
| בְּךָֽ־יְהוָ֥ה חָסִ֑יתִי אַל־אֵבֹ֥ושָׁה לְעֹולָֽם׃ |
2 In thy righteousness, wilt thou rescue me, and deliver me, Incline unto me thine ear, and save me:
| בְּצִדְקָתְךָ֗ תַּצִּילֵ֥נִי וּֽתְפַלְּטֵ֑נִי הַטֵּֽה־אֵלַ֥י אָ֝זְנְךָ֗ וְהֹושִׁיעֵֽנִי׃ |
3 Be thou unto me, a Rock to dwell in, a Place of Security, To save me, For, my mountain crag and my stronghold, thou art.
| הֱיֵ֤ה לִ֨י ׀ לְצ֥וּר מָעֹ֡ון לָבֹ֗וא תָּמִ֗יד צִוִּ֥יתָ לְהֹושִׁיעֵ֑נִי כִּֽי־סַלְעִ֖י וּמְצוּדָתִ֣י אָֽתָּה׃ |
4 Oh my God, deliver me, From the hand of the lawless one, From the clutch of the perverse and ruthless one;
| אֱֽלֹהַ֗י פַּ֭לְּטֵנִי מִיַּ֣ד רָשָׁ֑ע מִכַּ֖ף מְעַוֵּ֣ל וְחֹומֵץ׃ |
5 For, thou, art my hope, My Lord, Yahweh, My confidence from my youthful days:
| כִּֽי־אַתָּ֥ה תִקְוָתִ֑י אֲדֹנָ֥י יְ֝הוִ֗ה מִבְטַחִ֥י מִנְּעוּרָֽי׃ |
6 Upon thee, have I stayed myself from birth, Thou art he that severed me, from the body of my mother, Of thee, shall be my praise—continually.
| עָלֶ֤יךָ ׀ נִסְמַ֬כְתִּי מִבֶּ֗טֶן מִמְּעֵ֣י אִ֭מִּי אַתָּ֣ה גֹוזִ֑י בְּךָ֖ תְהִלָּתִ֣י תָמִֽיד׃ |
7 A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been my strong refuge,
| כְּ֭מֹופֵת הָיִ֣יתִי לְרַבִּ֑ים וְ֝אַתָּ֗ה מַֽחֲסִי־עֹֽז׃ |
8 My mouth shall be filled with, thy praise, All the day, with thy splendour.
| יִמָּ֣לֵא פִ֭י תְּהִלָּתֶ֑ךָ כָּל־הַ֝יֹּ֗ום תִּפְאַרְתֶּֽךָ׃ |
9 Do not cast me off in the time of old age, When my vigour faileth, do not forsake me;
| אַֽל־תַּ֭שְׁלִיכֵנִי לְעֵ֣ת זִקְנָ֑ה כִּכְלֹ֥ות כֹּ֝חִ֗י אֽ͏ַל־תַּעַזְבֵֽנִי׃ |
10 For mine enemies have spoken of me, And, they who watch for my life, have taken counsel together;
| כִּֽי־אָמְר֣וּ אֹויְבַ֣י לִ֑י וְשֹׁמְרֵ֥י נַ֝פְשִׁ֗י נֹועֲצ֥וּ יַחְדָּֽו׃ |
11 Saying, God, hath forsaken him, Pursue and take him, For there is none to rescue.
| לֵ֭אמֹר אֱלֹהִ֣ים עֲזָבֹ֑ו רִֽדְפ֥וּ וְ֝תִפְשׂ֗וּהוּ כִּי־אֵ֥ין מַצִּֽיל׃ |
12 O God, be not far from me, O my God, to help me, make haste!
| אֱ֭לֹהִים אַל־תִּרְחַ֣ק מִמֶּ֑נִּי אֱ֝לֹהַ֗י לְעֶזְרָ֥תִי חִישָׁה (חֽוּשָׁה)׃ |
13 Let them be ashamed—be consumed, Who are assailing my life, —Let them be covered with reproach and confusion, Who are seeking my hurt.
| יֵבֹ֣שׁוּ יִכְלוּ֮ שֹׂטְנֵ֪י נַ֫פְשִׁ֥י יַֽעֲט֣וּ חֶ֭רְפָּה וּכְלִמָּ֑ה מְ֝בַקְשֵׁ֗י רָעָתִֽי׃ |
14 But, I, continually will hope, And will add to all thy praise;
| וַ֭אֲנִי תָּמִ֣יד אֲיַחֵ֑ל וְ֝הֹוסַפְתִּ֗י עַל־כָּל־תְּהִלָּתֶֽךָ׃ |
15 My mouth, shall relate thy righteousness, All the day, thy deliverance, For I know not the numbers.
| פִּ֤י ׀ יְסַפֵּ֬ר צִדְקָתֶ֗ךָ כָּל־הַיֹּ֥ום תְּשׁוּעָתֶ֑ךָ כִּ֤י לֹ֖א יָדַ֣עְתִּי סְפֹרֹֽות׃ |
16 I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord—Yahweh, I will make mention of thy righteousness—thine alone.
| אָבֹ֗וא בִּ֭גְבֻרֹות אֲדֹנָ֣י יְהוִ֑ה אַזְכִּ֖יר צִדְקָתְךָ֣ לְבַדֶּֽךָ׃ |
17 O God, thou hast taught me from my youthful days, And, hitherto, have I been wont to tell of thy wonders;
| אֱֽלֹהִ֗ים לִמַּדְתַּ֥נִי מִנְּעוּרָ֑י וְעַד־הֵ֝֗נָּה אַגִּ֥יד נִפְלְאֹותֶֽיךָ׃ |
18 Even now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me, —Until I tell of thine arm unto a [new] generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might;
| וְגַ֤ם עַד־זִקְנָ֨ה ׀ וְשֵׂיבָה֮ אֱלֹהִ֪ים אַֽל־תַּעַ֫זְבֵ֥נִי עַד־אַגִּ֣יד זְרֹועֲךָ֣ לְדֹ֑ור לְכָל־יָ֝בֹ֗וא גְּבוּרָתֶֽךָ׃ |
19 And, as for thy righteousness, O God, up on high, Wherein thou hast wrought great things, O God! who is like unto thee?
| וְצִדְקָתְךָ֥ אֱלֹהִ֗ים עַד־מָ֫רֹ֥ום אֲשֶׁר־עָשִׂ֥יתָ גְדֹלֹ֑ות אֱ֝לֹהִ֗ים מִ֣י כָמֹֽוךָ׃ |
20 Thou who hast let us see many distresses and misfortunes, Wilt again bring us to life, And, out of the resounding depths of the earth, wilt again raise us up;
| אֲשֶׁ֤ר הִרְאִיתַנוּ (הִרְאִיתַ֨נִי ׀) צָרֹ֥ות רַבֹּ֗ות וְרָ֫עֹ֥ות תָּשׁ֥וּב תְּחַיֵּינוּ (תְּחַיֵּ֑ינִי) וּֽמִתְּהֹמֹ֥ות הָ֝אָ֗רֶץ תָּשׁ֥וּב תַּעֲלֵֽנִי׃ |
21 Thou wilt increase my greatness, And, on every side, wilt comfort me.
| תֶּ֤רֶב ׀ גְּֽדֻלָּתִ֗י וְתִסֹּ֥ב תְּֽנַחֲמֵֽנִי׃ |
22 I also, will praise thee by the aid of a harp, Thy faithfulness, O my God, —I will make music unto thee with a lyre, Thou holy one of Israel;
| גַּם־אֲנִ֤י ׀ אֹודְךָ֣ בִכְלִי־נֶבֶל֮ אֲמִתְּךָ֪ אֱלֹ֫הָ֥י אֲזַמְּרָ֣ה לְךָ֣ בְכִנֹּ֑ור קְ֝דֹ֗ושׁ יִשְׂרָאֵֽל׃ |
23 My lips shall make a joyful noise, When I make music unto thee, And my soul which thou hast ransomed;
| תְּרַנֵּ֣נָּ֣ה שְׂ֭פָתַי כִּ֣י אֲזַמְּרָה־לָּ֑ךְ וְ֝נַפְשִׁ֗י אֲשֶׁ֣ר פָּדִֽיתָ׃ |
24 Even my tongue, all the day, shall softly utter thy righteousness, For they have turned pale—for they have blushed, Who were seeking my hurt.
| גַּם־לְשֹׁונִ֗י כָּל־הַ֭יֹּום תֶּהְגֶּ֣ה צִדְקָתֶ֑ךָ כִּי־בֹ֥שׁוּ כִֽי־חָ֝פְר֗וּ מְבַקְשֵׁ֥י רָעָתִֽי׃ |
