תהילים 7
| שִׁגָּיוֹן לְדָוִד אֲשֶׁר־שָׁר לַיהוָה עַל־דִּבְרֵי־כוּשׁ בֶּן־יְמִינִֽי׃ יְהוָה אֱלֹהַי בְּךָ חָסִיתִי הוֹשִׁיעֵנִי מִכָּל־רֹדְפַי וְהַצִּילֵֽנִי׃ | 1 |
A Shiggaion of David, which he sang to the Lord about Cush, the Benjamite. Lord my God, I take refuge in you. Deliver me, save me from all who pursue me;
| פֶּן־יִטְרֹף כְּאַרְיֵה נַפְשִׁי פֹּרֵק וְאֵין מַצִּֽיל׃ | 2 |
or like lions they will tear me to pieces, and rend me, past hope of rescue.
| יְהוָה אֱלֹהַי אִם־עָשִׂיתִי זֹאת אִֽם־יֶשׁ־עָוֶל בְּכַפָּֽי׃ | 3 |
Lord, my God, if my life has been such if my hands have been stained with guilt,
| אִם־גָּמַלְתִּי שֽׁוֹלְמִי רָע וָאֲחַלְּצָה צוֹרְרִי רֵיקָֽם׃ | 4 |
if friends I paid back with evil, if I plundered my foes without cause,
| יִֽרַדֹּף אוֹיֵב ׀ נַפְשִׁי וְיַשֵּׂג וְיִרְמֹס לָאָרֶץ חַיָּי וּכְבוֹדִי ׀ לֶעָפָר יַשְׁכֵּן סֶֽלָה׃ | 5 |
may the enemy chase and find me, trample my life to the ground, my honor leave in the dirt! (Selah)
| קוּמָה יְהוָה ׀ בְּאַפֶּךָ הִנָּשֵׂא בְּעַבְרוֹת צוֹרְרָי וְעוּרָה אֵלַי מִשְׁפָּט צִוִּֽיתָ׃ | 6 |
Arise, Lord, in anger, against my foes rise in fury. Awake for my help: let justice be done.
| וַעֲדַת לְאֻמִּים תְּסוֹבְבֶךָּ וְעָלֶיהָ לַמָּרוֹם שֽׁוּבָה׃ | 7 |
Gather the nations about you, and sit on your lofty throne,
| יְהוָה יָדִין עַמִּים שָׁפְטֵנִי יְהוָה כְּצִדְקִי וּכְתֻמִּי עָלָֽי׃ | 8 |
as the Lord, the judge of the peoples. Judge me, Lord, in my innocence and according to my integrity.
| יִגְמָר־נָא רַע ׀ רְשָׁעִים וּתְכוֹנֵן צַדִּיק וּבֹחֵן לִבּוֹת וּכְלָיוֹת אֱלֹהִים צַדּֽ͏ִיק׃ | 9 |
Put an end to the wrong of the wicked, protect the righteous. Searcher of hearts and minds, righteous God.
| מָֽגִנִּי עַל־אֱלֹהִים מוֹשִׁיעַ יִשְׁרֵי־לֵֽב׃ | 10 |
God is my shield: he saves the upright in heart.
| אֱלֹהִים שׁוֹפֵט צַדִּיק וְאֵל זֹעֵם בְּכָל־יֽוֹם׃ | 11 |
God is a just judge, constant in righteous anger.
| אִם־לֹא יָשׁוּב חַרְבּוֹ יִלְטוֹשׁ קַשְׁתּוֹ דָרַךְ וַֽיְכוֹנְנֶֽהָ׃ | 12 |
He will sharpen his sword without fail, his bow is bent and ready,
| וְלוֹ הֵכִין כְּלֵי־מָוֶת חִצָּיו לְֽדֹלְקִים יִפְעָֽל׃ | 13 |
his deadly weapons are ready, his arrows he makes of flame.
| הִנֵּה יְחַבֶּל־אָוֶן וְהָרָה עָמָל וְיָלַד שָֽׁקֶר׃ | 14 |
The enemy who conceives evil; pregnant with mischief, giving birth to lies,
| בּוֹר כָּרָֽה וַֽיַּחְפְּרֵהוּ וַיִּפֹּל בְּשַׁחַת יִפְעָֽל׃ | 15 |
a pit they have made and dug; but into the hole that they made they will fall.
| יָשׁוּב עֲמָלוֹ בְרֹאשׁוֹ וְעַל קָדְקֳדוֹ חֲמָסוֹ יֵרֵֽד׃ | 16 |
On their own heads their mischief comes back; on their own skulls their violence comes down.
| אוֹדֶה יְהוָה כְּצִדְקוֹ וַאֲזַמְּרָה שֵֽׁם־יְהוָה עֶלְיֽוֹן׃ | 17 |
I will give thanks to the Lord for his justice, and sing to the name of the Lord Most High.
