< תהילים 144 >
לְדָוִד ׀ בָּרוּךְ יְהוָה ׀ צוּרִי הַֽמְלַמֵּד יָדַי לַקְרָב אֶצְבְּעוֹתַי לַמִּלְחָמָֽה׃ | 1 |
By David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—
חַסְדִּי וּמְצוּדָתִי מִשְׂגַּבִּי וּֽמְפַלְטִי לִי מָגִנִּי וּבוֹ חָסִיתִי הָרוֹדֵד עַמִּי תַחְתָּֽי׃ | 2 |
my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
יְֽהוָה מָה־אָדָם וַתֵּדָעֵהוּ בֶּן־אֱנוֹשׁ וַֽתְּחַשְּׁבֵֽהוּ׃ | 3 |
LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
אָדָם לַהֶבֶל דָּמָה יָמָיו כְּצֵל עוֹבֵֽר׃ | 4 |
Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
יְהוָה הַט־שָׁמֶיךָ וְתֵרֵד גַּע בֶּהָרִים וְֽיֶעֱשָֽׁנוּ׃ | 5 |
Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
בְּרוֹק בָּרָק וּתְפִיצֵם שְׁלַח חִצֶּיךָ וּתְהֻמֵּֽם׃ | 6 |
Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
שְׁלַח יָדֶיךָ מִמָּרוֹם פְּצֵנִי וְהַצִּילֵנִי מִמַּיִם רַבִּים מִיַּד בְּנֵי נֵכָֽר׃ | 7 |
Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
אֲשֶׁר פִּיהֶם דִּבֶּר־שָׁוְא וִֽימִינָם יְמִין שָֽׁקֶר׃ | 8 |
whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
אֱֽלֹהִים שִׁיר חָדָשׁ אָשִׁירָה לָּךְ בְּנֵבֶל עָשׂוֹר אֲזַמְּרָה־לָּֽךְ׃ | 9 |
I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
הַנּוֹתֵן תְּשׁוּעָה לַמְּלָכִים הַפּוֹצֶה אֶת־דָּוִד עַבְדּוֹ מֵחֶרֶב רָעָֽה׃ | 10 |
You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
פְּצֵנִי וְהַצִּילֵנִי מִיַּד בְּֽנֵי־נֵכָר אֲשֶׁר פִּיהֶם דִּבֶּר־שָׁוְא וִֽימִינָם יְמִין שָֽׁקֶר׃ | 11 |
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
אֲשֶׁר בָּנֵינוּ ׀ כִּנְטִעִים מְגֻדָּלִים בִּֽנְעוּרֵיהֶם בְּנוֹתֵינוּ כְזָוִיֹּת מְחֻטָּבוֹת תַּבְנִית הֵיכָֽל׃ | 12 |
Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
מְזָוֵינוּ מְלֵאִים מְפִיקִים מִזַּן אֶל־זַן צֹאונֵנוּ מַאֲלִיפוֹת מְרֻבָּבוֹת בְּחוּצוֹתֵֽינוּ׃ | 13 |
Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
אַלּוּפֵינוּ מְֽסֻבָּלִים אֵֽין־פֶּרֶץ וְאֵין יוֹצֵאת וְאֵין צְוָחָה בִּרְחֹבֹתֵֽינוּ׃ | 14 |
Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
אַשְׁרֵי הָעָם שֶׁכָּכָה לּוֹ אַֽשְׁרֵי הָעָם שֶׁיֲהוָה אֱלֹהָֽיו׃ | 15 |
Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.