תְהִלִּים 42
| לַמְנַצֵּ֗חַ מַשְׂכִּ֥יל לִבְנֵי־קֹֽרַח׃ כְּאַיָּ֗ל תַּעֲרֹ֥ג עַל־אֲפִֽיקֵי־מָ֑יִם כֵּ֤ן נַפְשִׁ֨י תַעֲרֹ֖ג אֵלֶ֣יךָ אֱלֹהִֽים׃ | 1 |
For the music director. A psalm (maskil) of the sons of Korah. As a deer longs for flowing streams, so I long for you, God.
| צָמְאָ֬ה נַפְשִׁ֨י ׀ לֵאלֹהִים֮ לְאֵ֪ל חָ֥י מָתַ֥י אָבֹ֑וא וְ֝אֵרָאֶ֗ה פְּנֵ֣י אֱלֹהִֽים׃ | 2 |
I am thirsty for God, the living God. When can I go and see God's face?
| הָֽיְתָה־לִּ֬י דִמְעָתִ֣י לֶ֭חֶם יֹומָ֣ם וָלָ֑יְלָה בֶּאֱמֹ֥ר אֵלַ֥י כָּל־הַ֝יֹּ֗ום אַיֵּ֥ה אֱלֹהֶֽיךָ׃ | 3 |
My tears have been my only food, day and night, while people ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
| אֵ֤לֶּה אֶזְכְּרָ֨ה ׀ וְאֶשְׁפְּכָ֬ה עָלַ֨י ׀ נַפְשִׁ֗י כִּ֤י אֶֽעֱבֹ֨ר ׀ בַּסָּךְ֮ אֶדַּדֵּ֗ם עַד־בֵּ֥ית אֱלֹ֫הִ֥ים בְּקֹול־רִנָּ֥ה וְתֹודָ֗ה הָמֹ֥ון חֹוגֵֽג׃ | 4 |
I am crushed as I remember how I walked with the crowds, leading them in a procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and songs of thanks among the worshipers at the festival.
| מַה־תִּשְׁתֹּ֬וחֲחִ֨י ׀ נַפְשִׁי֮ וַתֶּהֱמִ֪י עָ֫לָ֥י הֹוחִ֣ילִי לֵֽ֭אלֹהִים כִּי־עֹ֥וד אֹודֶ֗נּוּ יְשׁוּעֹ֥ות פָּנָֽיו׃ | 5 |
Why am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—
| אֱֽלֹהַ֗י עָלַי֮ נַפְשִׁ֪י תִשְׁתֹּ֫וחָ֥ח עַל־כֵּ֗ן אֶ֭זְכָּרְךָ מֵאֶ֣רֶץ יַרְדֵּ֑ן וְ֝חֶרְמֹונִ֗ים מֵהַ֥ר מִצְעָֽר׃ | 6 |
my God! Even though I am very discouraged, I still remember you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, and from Mount Mizar.
| תְּהֹֽום־אֶל־תְּהֹ֣ום קֹ֭ורֵא לְקֹ֣ול צִנֹּורֶ֑יךָ כָּֽל־מִשְׁבָּרֶ֥יךָ וְ֝גַלֶּ֗יךָ עָלַ֥י עָבָֽרוּ׃ | 7 |
You thunder through the raging waters, through the noise of the waterfalls. Your crashing waves surge over me—I feel like I'm drowning.
| יֹומָ֤ם ׀ יְצַוֶּ֬ה יְהוָ֨ה ׀ חַסְדֹּ֗ו וּ֭בַלַּיְלָה שִׁירָהּ (שִׁירֹ֣ו) עִמִּ֑י תְּ֝פִלָּ֗ה לְאֵ֣ל חַיָּֽי׃ | 8 |
But every day the Lord shows me his trustworthy love; every night he gives me songs to sing—a prayer to the God of my life.
| אֹומְרָ֤ה ׀ לְאֵ֥ל סַלְעִי֮ לָמָ֪ה שְׁכַ֫חְתָּ֥נִי לָֽמָּה־קֹדֵ֥ר אֵלֵ֗ךְ בְּלַ֣חַץ אֹויֵֽב׃ | 9 |
I cry out, “My God, my rock, why have you forgotten me? Why must I go around weeping because of the attacks of my enemies?”
| בְּרֶ֤צַח ׀ בְּֽעַצְמֹותַ֗י חֵרְפ֥וּנִי צֹורְרָ֑י בְּאָמְרָ֥ם אֵלַ֥י כָּל־הַ֝יֹּ֗ום אַיֵּ֥ה אֱלֹהֶֽיךָ׃ | 10 |
The mocking of my attackers crushes my bones. They're always asking me, “Where is your God?”
| מַה־תִּשְׁתֹּ֬וחֲחִ֨י ׀ נַפְשִׁי֮ וּֽמַה־תֶּהֱמִ֪י עָ֫לָ֥י הֹוחִ֣ילִי לֽ͏ֵ֭אלֹהִים כִּי־עֹ֣וד אֹודֶ֑נּוּ יְשׁוּעֹ֥ת פָּ֝נַ֗י וֵֽאלֹהָֽי׃ | 11 |
Why am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—my God!
