תְהִלִּים 74
| מַשְׂכִּ֗יל לְאָ֫סָ֥ף לָמָ֣ה אֱ֭לֹהִים זָנַ֣חְתָּ לָנֶ֑צַח יֶעְשַׁ֥ן אַ֝פְּךָ֗ בְּצֹ֣אן מַרְעִיתֶֽךָ׃ | 1 |
A maskil of Asaph. Why, O God, have you spurned us forever? Why smokes your wrath against the sheep of your pasture?
| זְכֹ֤ר עֲדָתְךָ֨ ׀ קָ֘נִ֤יתָ קֶּ֗דֶם גָּ֭אַלְתָּ שֵׁ֣בֶט נַחֲלָתֶ֑ךָ הַר־צִ֝יֹּ֗ון זֶ֤ה ׀ שָׁכַ֬נְתָּ בֹּֽו׃ | 2 |
Remember the community you purchased of old to become by redemption the tribe of your heritage, Zion, the mountain you made your home.
| הָרִ֣ימָה פְ֭עָמֶיךָ לְמַשֻּׁאֹ֣ות נֶ֑צַח כָּל־הֵרַ֖ע אֹויֵ֣ב בַּקֹּֽדֶשׁ׃ | 3 |
Rouse yourself, visit its ruins complete. In the temple the foe has made havoc of all things.
| שָׁאֲג֣וּ צֹ֭רְרֶיךָ בְּקֶ֣רֶב מֹועֲדֶ֑ךָ שָׂ֖מוּ אֹותֹתָ֣ם אֹתֹֽות׃ | 4 |
Like lions your enemies roared through your house, replacing our symbols by signs of their own,
| יִ֭וָּדַע כְּמֵבִ֣יא לְמָ֑עְלָה בִּֽסֲבָךְ־עֵ֝֗ץ קַרְדֻּמֹּֽות׃ | 5 |
hacking, like woodsmen who lift axes on thickets of trees,
| וְעֵת (וְ֭עַתָּה) פִּתּוּחֶ֣יהָ יָּ֑חַד בְּכַשִּׁ֥יל וְ֝כֵֽילַפֹּ֗ת יַהֲלֹמֽוּן׃ | 6 |
smashing with hatchets and hammers all of its carved work together.
| שִׁלְח֣וּ בָ֭אֵשׁ מִקְדָּשֶׁ֑ךָ לָ֝אָ֗רֶץ חִלְּל֥וּ מִֽשְׁכַּן־שְׁמֶֽךָ׃ | 7 |
They have set your temple on fire, to the very ground they have outraged the place where lives your name.
| אָמְר֣וּ בְ֭לִבָּם נִינָ֣ם יָ֑חַד שָׂרְפ֖וּ כָל־מֹועֲדֵי־אֵ֣ל בָּאָֽרֶץ׃ | 8 |
They have said in their heart, “Let us utterly crush them.” They have burned all the houses of God in the land.
| אֹֽותֹתֵ֗ינוּ לֹ֥א רָ֫אִ֥ינוּ אֵֽין־עֹ֥וד נָבִ֑יא וְלֹֽא־אִ֝תָּ֗נוּ יֹדֵ֥עַ עַד־מָֽה׃ | 9 |
No symbol of ours do we see any more: no prophet is there any more, none is with us who knows how long.
| עַד־מָתַ֣י אֱ֭לֹהִים יְחָ֣רֶף צָ֑ר יְנָ֘אֵ֤ץ אֹויֵ֖ב שִׁמְךָ֣ לָנֶֽצַח׃ | 10 |
How long, O God, is the foe to insult? Shall the enemy spurn your name forever?
| לָ֤מָּה תָשִׁ֣יב יָ֭דְךָ וִֽימִינֶ֑ךָ מִקֶּ֖רֶב חֹוקְךָ (חֽ͏ֵיקְךָ֣) כַלֵּֽה׃ | 11 |
Why, O Lord, do you hold back your hand, why keep your right hand in the folds of your robe?
| וֵ֭אלֹהִים מַלְכִּ֣י מִקֶּ֑דֶם פֹּעֵ֥ל יְ֝שׁוּעֹ֗ות בְּקֶ֣רֶב הָאָֽרֶץ׃ | 12 |
Yet God is our king from the ancient days, in the midst of the earth working deeds of salvation.
| אַתָּ֤ה פֹורַ֣רְתָּ בְעָזְּךָ֣ יָ֑ם שִׁבַּ֖רְתָּ רָאשֵׁ֥י תַ֝נִּינִ֗ים עַל־הַמָּֽיִם׃ | 13 |
It was you who did cleave the sea by your might, and shatter the heads of the ocean monsters.
| אַתָּ֣ה רִ֭צַּצְתָּ רָאשֵׁ֣י לִוְיָתָ֑ן תִּתְּנֶ֥נּוּ מַ֝אֲכָ֗ל לְעָ֣ם לְצִיִּֽים׃ | 14 |
It was you who did crush many-headed Leviathan, and give him as food to the beasts of the wilderness.
| אַתָּ֣ה בָ֭קַעְתָּ מַעְיָ֣ן וָנָ֑חַל אַתָּ֥ה הֹ֝ובַ֗שְׁתָּ נַהֲרֹ֥ות אֵיתָֽן׃ | 15 |
It was you who did cleave the fountains and torrents; it was you who did dry the perennial streams.
| לְךָ֣ יֹ֭ום אַף־לְךָ֥ לָ֑יְלָה אַתָּ֥ה הֲ֝כִינֹ֗ותָ מָאֹ֥ור וָשָֽׁמֶשׁ׃ | 16 |
Yours is the day; yours, too, is the night, it was you who did establish the sun and the star.
| אַתָּ֣ה הִ֭צַּבְתָּ כָּל־גְּבוּלֹ֣ות אָ֑רֶץ קַ֥יִץ וָ֝חֹ֗רֶף אַתָּ֥ה יְצַרְתָּם׃ | 17 |
It was you who did fix all the borders of earth: summer and winter it’s you who have made them.
| זְכָר־זֹ֗את אֹ֭ויֵב חֵרֵ֣ף ׀ יְהוָ֑ה וְעַ֥ם נָ֝בָ֗ל נִֽאֲצ֥וּ שְׁמֶֽךָ׃ | 18 |
Yet, for all this, the foe has insulted you, Lord, and a nation of fools has reviled your name.
| אַל־תִּתֵּ֣ן לְ֭חַיַּת נֶ֣פֶשׁ תֹּורֶ֑ךָ חַיַּ֥ת עֲ֝נִיֶּ֗יךָ אַל־תִּשְׁכַּ֥ח לָנֶֽצַח׃ | 19 |
Do not give your dove to the beasts, do not forget your afflicted forever.
| הַבֵּ֥ט לַבְּרִ֑ית כִּ֥י מָלְא֥וּ מַחֲשַׁכֵּי־אֶ֝֗רֶץ נְאֹ֣ות חָמָֽס׃ | 20 |
Look to the sleek ones – how full they are: the dark places of earth are the dwellings of violence.
| אַל־יָשֹׁ֣ב דַּ֣ךְ נִכְלָ֑ם עָנִ֥י וְ֝אֶבְיֹ֗ון יְֽהַלְל֥וּ שְׁמֶֽךָ׃ | 21 |
O let not the downtrodden turn back ashamed: let the poor and the needy sing praise to your name.
| קוּמָ֣ה אֱ֭לֹהִים רִיבָ֣ה רִיבֶ֑ךָ זְכֹ֥ר חֶרְפָּתְךָ֥ מִנִּי־נָ֝בָ֗ל כָּל־הַיֹּֽום׃ | 22 |
Arise, God, and defend your cause: remember how fools all the day insult you.
| אַל־תִּ֭שְׁכַּח קֹ֣ול צֹרְרֶ֑יךָ שְׁאֹ֥ון קָ֝מֶ֗יךָ עֹלֶ֥ה תָמִֽיד׃ | 23 |
Do not forget the uproar of your enemies, the din of your foes that ascends evermore.
