תהילים 30
| מִזְמוֹר שִׁיר־חֲנֻכַּת הַבַּיִת לְדָוִֽד׃ אֲרוֹמִמְךָ יְהֹוָה כִּי דִלִּיתָנִי וְלֹֽא־שִׂמַּחְתָּ אֹיְבַי לִֽי׃ | 1 |
A Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
| יְהֹוָה אֱלֹהָי שִׁוַּעְתִּי אֵלֶיךָ וַתִּרְפָּאֵֽנִי׃ | 2 |
O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
| יְֽהֹוָה הֶעֱלִיתָ מִן־שְׁאוֹל נַפְשִׁי חִיִּיתַנִי (מיורדי) [מִיׇּֽרְדִי־]בֽוֹר׃ (Sheol h7585) | 3 |
O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
| זַמְּרוּ לַיהֹוָה חֲסִידָיו וְהוֹדוּ לְזֵכֶר קׇדְשֽׁוֹ׃ | 4 |
Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.
| כִּי רֶגַע ׀ בְּאַפּוֹ חַיִּים בִּרְצוֹנוֹ בָּעֶרֶב יָלִין בֶּכִי וְלַבֹּקֶר רִנָּֽה׃ | 5 |
For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!
| וַאֲנִי אָמַרְתִּי בְשַׁלְוִי בַּל־אֶמּוֹט לְעוֹלָֽם׃ | 6 |
But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
| יְֽהֹוָה בִּרְצוֹנְךָ הֶעֱמַדְתָּה לְֽהַרְרִי ־ עֹז הִסְתַּרְתָּ פָנֶיךָ הָיִיתִי נִבְהָֽל׃ | 7 |
O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
| אֵלֶיךָ יְהֹוָה אֶקְרָא וְאֶל־אֲדֹנָי אֶתְחַנָּֽן׃ | 8 |
Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
| מַה־בֶּצַע בְּדָמִי בְּרִדְתִּי אֶל ־ שָׁחַת הֲיוֹדְךָ עָפָר הֲיַגִּיד אֲמִתֶּֽךָ׃ | 9 |
What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
| שְׁמַע־יְהֹוָה וְחׇנֵּנִי יְהֹוָה הֱֽיֵה־עֹזֵר לִֽי׃ | 10 |
Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
| הָפַכְתָּ מִסְפְּדִי לְמָחוֹל לִי פִּתַּחְתָּ שַׂקִּי וַֽתְּאַזְּרֵנִי שִׂמְחָֽה׃ | 11 |
Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:
| לְמַעַן ׀ יְזַמֶּרְךָ כָבוֹד וְלֹא יִדֹּם יְהֹוָה אֱלֹהַי לְעוֹלָם אוֹדֶֽךָּ׃ | 12 |
To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.
