תְהִלִּים 39

1 לַמְנַצֵּ֥חַ לִידִיתוּן (לִֽידוּת֗וּן) מִזְמֹ֥ור לְדָוִֽד׃ אָמַ֗רְתִּי אֶֽשְׁמְרָ֣ה דְרָכַי֮ מֵחֲטֹ֪וא בִלְשֹׁ֫ונִ֥י אֶשְׁמְרָ֥ה לְפִ֥י מַחְסֹ֑ום בְּעֹ֖ד רָשָׁ֣ע לְנֶגְדִּֽי׃

To the chief music-maker. Of Jeduthun. A Psalm. Of David. I said, I will give attention to my ways, so that my tongue may do no wrong; I will keep my mouth under control, while the sinner is before me.

2 נֶאֱלַ֣מְתִּי ד֭וּמִיָּה הֶחֱשֵׁ֣יתִי מִטֹּ֑וב וּכְאֵבִ֥י נֶעְכָּֽר׃

I made no sound, I said no word, even of good; and I was moved with sorrow.

3 חַם־לִבִּ֨י ׀ בְּקִרְבִּ֗י בַּהֲגִיגִ֥י תִבְעַר־אֵ֑שׁ דִּ֝בַּ֗רְתִּי בִּלְשֹֽׁונִי׃

My heart was burning in my breast; while I was deep in thought the fire was lighted; then I said with my tongue,

4 הֹודִ֘יעֵ֤נִי יְהוָ֨ה ׀ קִצִּ֗י וּמִדַּ֣ת יָמַ֣י מַה־הִ֑יא אֵ֝דְעָ֗ה מֶה־חָדֵ֥ל אָֽנִי׃

Lord, give me knowledge of my end, and of the measure of my days, so that I may see how feeble I am.

5 הִנֵּ֤ה טְפָחֹ֨ות ׀ נָ֘תַ֤תָּה יָמַ֗י וְחֶלְדִּ֣י כְאַ֣יִן נֶגְדֶּ֑ךָ אַ֥ךְ כָּֽל־הֶ֥בֶל כָּל־אָ֝דָ֗ם נִצָּ֥ב סֶֽלָה׃

You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah)

6 אַךְ־בְּצֶ֤לֶם ׀ יִֽתְהַלֶּךְ־אִ֗ישׁ אַךְ־הֶ֥בֶל יֶהֱמָי֑וּן יִ֝צְבֹּ֗ר וְֽלֹא־יֵדַ֥ע מִי־אֹסְפָֽם׃

Truly, every man goes on his way like an image; he is troubled for no purpose: he makes a great store of wealth, and has no knowledge of who will get it.

7 וְעַתָּ֣ה מַה־קִּוִּ֣יתִי אֲדֹנָ֑י תֹּ֝וחַלְתִּ֗י לְךָ֣ הִֽיא׃

And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.

8 מִכָּל־פְּשָׁעַ֥י הַצִּילֵ֑נִי חֶרְפַּ֥ת נָ֝בָ֗ל אַל־תְּשִׂימֵֽנִי׃

Make me free from all my sins; do not let me be shamed by the man of evil behaviour.

9 נֶ֭אֱלַמְתִּי לֹ֣א אֶפְתַּח־פִּ֑י כִּ֖י אַתָּ֣ה עָשִֽׂיתָ׃

I was quiet, and kept my mouth shut; because you had done it.

10 הָסֵ֣ר מֵעָלַ֣י נִגְעֶ֑ךָ מִתִּגְרַ֥ת יָ֝דְךָ֗ אֲנִ֣י כָלִֽיתִי׃

No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.

11 בְּֽתֹוכָ֘חֹ֤ות עַל־עָוֹ֨ן ׀ יִסַּ֬רְתָּ אִ֗ישׁ וַתֶּ֣מֶס כָּעָ֣שׁ חֲמוּדֹ֑ו אַ֤ךְ הֶ֖בֶל כָּל־אָדָ֣ם סֶֽלָה׃

By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah)

12 שִֽׁמְעָ֥ה־תְפִלָּתִ֨י ׀ יְהוָ֡ה וְשַׁוְעָתִ֨י ׀ הַאֲזִינָה֮ אֶֽל־דִּמְעָתִ֗י אַֽל־תֶּ֫חֱרַ֥שׁ כִּ֤י גֵ֣ר אָנֹכִ֣י עִמָּ֑ךְ תֹּ֝ושָׁ֗ב כְּכָל־אֲבֹותָֽי׃

Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.

13 הָשַׁ֣ע מִמֶּ֣נִּי וְאַבְלִ֑יגָה בְּטֶ֖רֶם אֵלֵ֣ךְ וְאֵינֶֽנִּי׃

Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.