תהילים 71

1 בְּךָֽ־יְהֹוָה חָסִיתִי אַל־אֵבוֹשָׁה לְעוֹלָֽם׃

In thee, O Yahweh, have I sought refuge, May I not be ashamed unto times age-abiding:

2 בְּצִדְקָֽתְךָ תַּצִּילֵנִי וּֽתְפַלְּטֵנִי הַטֵּֽה־אֵלַי אׇזְנְךָ וְהוֹשִׁיעֵֽנִי׃

In thy righteousness, wilt thou rescue me, and deliver me, Incline unto me thine ear, and save me:

3 הֱיֵה לִי ׀ לְצוּר מָעוֹן לָבוֹא תָּמִיד צִוִּיתָ לְהוֹשִׁיעֵנִי כִּֽי־סַלְעִי וּמְצוּדָתִי אָֽתָּה׃

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.

4 אֱֽלֹהַי פַּלְּטֵנִי מִיַּד רָשָׁע מִכַּף מְעַוֵּל וְחוֹמֵֽץ׃

Oh my God, deliver me, From the hand of the lawless one, From the clutch of the perverse and ruthless one;

5 כִּֽי־אַתָּה תִקְוָתִי אֲדֹנָי יֱהֹוִה מִבְטַחִי מִנְּעוּרָֽי׃

For, thou, art my hope, My Lord, Yahweh, My confidence from my youthful days:

6 עָלֶיךָ ׀ נִסְמַכְתִּי מִבֶּטֶן מִמְּעֵי אִמִּי אַתָּה גוֹזִי בְּךָ תְהִלָּתִי תָמִֽיד׃

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.

7 כְּמוֹפֵת הָיִיתִי לְרַבִּים וְאַתָּה מַחֲסִי־עֹֽז׃

A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been my strong refuge,

8 יִמָּלֵא פִי תְּהִלָּתֶךָ כׇּל־הַיּוֹם תִּפְאַרְתֶּֽךָ׃

My mouth shall be filled with, thy praise, All the day, with thy splendour.

9 אַֽל־תַּשְׁלִיכֵנִי לְעֵת זִקְנָה כִּכְלוֹת כֹּחִי אַֽל־תַּעַזְבֵֽנִי׃

Do not cast me off in the time of old age, When my vigour faileth, do not forsake me;

10 כִּֽי־אָמְרוּ אוֹיְבַי לִי וְשֹׁמְרֵי נַפְשִׁי נוֹעֲצוּ יַחְדָּֽו׃

For mine enemies have spoken of me, And, they who watch for my life, have taken counsel together;

11 לֵאמֹר אֱלֹהִים עֲזָבוֹ רִֽדְפוּ וְתִפְשׂוּהוּ כִּי־אֵין מַצִּֽיל׃

Saying, God, hath forsaken him, Pursue and take him, For there is none to rescue.

12 אֱלֹהִים אַל־תִּרְחַק מִמֶּנִּי אֱלֹהַי לְעֶזְרָתִי (חישה) [חֽוּשָׁה]׃

O God, be not far from me, O my God, to help me, make haste!

13 יֵבֹשׁוּ יִכְלוּ שֹׂטְנֵי נַפְשִׁי יַעֲטוּ חֶרְפָּה וּכְלִמָּה מְבַקְשֵׁי רָֽעָתִֽי׃

Let them be ashamed—be consumed, Who are assailing my life, —Let them be covered with reproach and confusion, Who are seeking my hurt.

14 וַאֲנִי תָּמִיד אֲיַחֵל וְהוֹסַפְתִּי עַל־כׇּל־תְּהִלָּתֶֽךָ׃

But, I, continually will hope, And will add to all thy praise;

15 פִּי ׀ יְסַפֵּר צִדְקָתֶךָ כׇּל־הַיּוֹם תְּשׁוּעָתֶךָ כִּי לֹא יָדַעְתִּי סְפֹרֽוֹת׃

My mouth, shall relate thy righteousness, All the day, thy deliverance, For I know not the numbers.

16 אָבוֹא בִּגְבֻרוֹת אֲדֹנָי יֱהֹוִה אַזְכִּיר צִדְקָתְךָ לְבַדֶּֽךָ׃

I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord—Yahweh, I will make mention of thy righteousness—thine alone.

17 אֱֽלֹהִים לִמַּדְתַּנִי מִנְּעוּרָי וְעַד־הֵנָּה אַגִּיד נִפְלְאוֹתֶֽיךָ׃

O God, thou hast taught me from my youthful days, And, hitherto, have I been wont to tell of thy wonders;

18 וְגַם עַד־זִקְנָה ׀ וְשֵׂיבָה אֱלֹהִים אַֽל־תַּעַזְבֵנִי עַד־אַגִּיד זְרוֹעֲךָ לְדוֹר לְכׇל־יָבוֹא גְּבוּרָתֶֽךָ׃

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;

19 וְצִדְקָתְךָ אֱלֹהִים עַד־מָרוֹם אֲשֶׁר־עָשִׂיתָ גְדֹלוֹת אֱלֹהִים מִי כָמֽוֹךָ׃

And, as for thy righteousness, O God, up on high, Wherein thou hast wrought great things, O God! who is like unto thee?

20 אֲשֶׁר (הראיתנו) [הִרְאִיתַנִי ׀] צָרוֹת רַבּוֹת וְרָעוֹת תָּשׁוּב (תחינו) [תְּחַיֵּנִי] וּֽמִתְּהֹמוֹת הָאָרֶץ תָּשׁוּב תַּעֲלֵֽנִי׃

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;

21 תֶּרֶב ׀ גְּֽדֻלָּתִי וְתִסֹּב תְּֽנַחֲמֵֽנִי׃

Thou wilt increase my greatness, And, on every side, wilt comfort me.

22 גַּם־אֲנִי ׀ אוֹדְךָ בִכְלִי־נֶבֶל אֲמִתְּךָ אֱלֹהָי אֲזַמְּרָה לְךָ בְכִנּוֹר קְדוֹשׁ יִשְׂרָאֵֽל׃

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;

23 תְּרַנֵּנָּה שְׂפָתַי כִּי אֲזַמְּרָה־לָּךְ וְנַפְשִׁי אֲשֶׁר פָּדִֽיתָ׃

My lips shall make a joyful noise, When I make music unto thee, And my soul which thou hast ransomed;

24 גַּם־לְשׁוֹנִי כׇּל־הַיּוֹם תֶּהְגֶּה צִדְקָתֶךָ כִּי־בֹשׁוּ כִֽי־חָפְרוּ מְבַקְשֵׁי רָעָתִֽי׃

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.