< תהילים 144 >
לְדָוִד ׀ בָּרוּךְ יְהֹוָה ׀ צוּרִי הַֽמְלַמֵּד יָדַי לַקְרָב אֶצְבְּעוֹתַי לַמִּלְחָמָֽה׃ | 1 |
A psalm of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.
חַסְדִּי וּמְצוּדָתִי מִשְׂגַּבִּי וּֽמְפַלְטִי ־ לִי מָגִנִּי וּבוֹ חָסִיתִי הָרוֹדֵד עַמִּי תַחְתָּֽי׃ | 2 |
You are my covenant faithfulness and my fortress, my high tower and the one who rescues me, my shield and the one in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues nations under me.
יְֽהֹוָה מָֽה־אָדָם וַתֵּדָעֵהוּ בֶּן־אֱנוֹשׁ וַתְּחַשְּׁבֵֽהוּ׃ | 3 |
Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?
אָדָם לַהֶבֶל דָּמָה יָמָיו כְּצֵל עוֹבֵֽר׃ | 4 |
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
יְהֹוָה הַט־שָׁמֶיךָ וְתֵרֵד גַּע בֶּהָרִים וְֽיֶעֱשָֽׁנוּ׃ | 5 |
Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
בְּרוֹק בָּרָק וּתְפִיצֵם שְׁלַח חִצֶּיךָ וּתְהֻמֵּֽם׃ | 6 |
Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.
שְׁלַח יָדֶיךָ מִמָּרוֹם פְּצֵנִי וְהַצִּילֵנִי מִמַּיִם רַבִּים מִיַּד בְּנֵי נֵכָֽר׃ | 7 |
Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.
אֲשֶׁר פִּיהֶם דִּבֶּר־שָׁוְא וִימִינָם יְמִין שָֽׁקֶר׃ | 8 |
Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
אֱֽלֹהִים שִׁיר חָדָשׁ אָשִׁירָה לָּךְ בְּנֵבֶל עָשׂוֹר אֲזַמְּרָה־לָּֽךְ׃ | 9 |
I will sing a new song to you, God; on a lute of ten strings I will sing praises to you,
הַנּוֹתֵן תְּשׁוּעָה לַמְּלָכִים הַפּוֹצֶה אֶת־דָּוִד עַבְדּוֹ מֵחֶרֶב רָעָֽה׃ | 10 |
who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil sword.
פְּצֵנִי וְהַצִּילֵנִי מִיַּד בְּֽנֵי־נֵכָר אֲשֶׁר פִּיהֶם דִּבֶּר־שָׁוְא וִימִינָם יְמִין שָֽׁקֶר׃ | 11 |
Rescue me and free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
אֲשֶׁר בָּנֵינוּ ׀ כִּנְטִעִים מְגֻדָּלִים בִּֽנְעוּרֵיהֶם בְּנוֹתֵינוּ כְזָוִיֹּת מְחֻטָּבוֹת תַּבְנִית הֵיכָֽל׃ | 12 |
May our sons be like plants who grow to full size in their youth and our daughters like carved corner pillars, shapely like those of a palace.
מְזָוֵינוּ מְלֵאִים מְפִיקִים מִזַּן אֶל ־ זַן צֹאונֵנוּ מַאֲלִיפוֹת מְרֻבָּבוֹת בְּחוּצוֹתֵֽינוּ׃ | 13 |
May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce, and may our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
אַלּוּפֵינוּ מְֽסֻבָּלִים אֵֽין־פֶּרֶץ וְאֵין יוֹצֵאת וְאֵין צְוָחָה בִּרְחֹבֹתֵֽינוּ׃ | 14 |
Then our oxen will have many young. No one will break through our walls; there will be no exile and no outcry in our streets.
אַשְׁרֵי הָעָם שֶׁכָּכָה לּוֹ אַֽשְׁרֵי הָעָם שֱׁיְהֹוָה אֱלֹהָֽיו׃ | 15 |
Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.