A songשִׁירof the ascents.הַמַּעֲלוֹתRemember,זְכוֹרYHWH,יְהוָהfor Davidלְדָוִדallאֵת כָּלhis afflictions,עֻנּוֹתוֹ
whoאֲשֶׁרsworeנִשְׁבַּעto YHWH,לַיהוָהvowedנָדַרto the Mighty Oneלַאֲבִירof Jacob:יַעֲקֹב
“I will notאִםenterאָבֹאinto the tentבְּאֹהֶלof my house;בֵּיתִיI will notאִםgo upאֶעֱלֶהontoעַלthe bedעֶרֶשׂof my couch;יְצוּעָי
I will notאִםgiveאֶתֵּןsleepשְׁנַתto my eyes,לְעֵינָיto my eyelidsלְעַפְעַפַּיdrowsiness,תְּנוּמָה
untilעַדI findאֶמְצָאa placeמָקוֹםfor YHWH,לַיהוָהdwellingsמִשְׁכָּנוֹתfor the Mighty Oneלַאֲבִירof Jacob.”יַעֲקֹב
Look,הִנֵּהwe heard of itשְׁמַעֲנוּהָin Ephrathah;בְאֶפְרָתָהwe found itמְצָאנוּהָin the fieldsבִּשְׂדֵיof Jaar.יָעַר
Let us goנָבוֹאָהinto his dwellings;לְמִשְׁכְּנוֹתָיוlet us bow downנִשְׁתַּחֲוֶהat the footstoolלַהֲדֹםof his feet.רַגְלָיו
Arise,קוּמָהYHWH,יְהוָהto your rest,לִמְנוּחָתֶךָyouאַתָּהand the arkוַאֲרוֹןof your strength.עֻזֶּךָ
Let your priestsכֹּהֲנֶיךָbe clothedיִלְבְּשׁוּwith righteousness,צֶדֶקand let your faithful onesוַחֲסִידֶיךָshout for joy.יְרַנֵּנוּ
For the sake ofבַּעֲבוּרDavidדָּוִדyour servant,עַבְדֶּךָdo notאַלturn backתָּשֵׁבthe faceפְּנֵיof your anointed one.מְשִׁיחֶךָ
YHWHיְהוָהsworeנִשְׁבַּעto Davidלְדָוִדin truth;אֱמֶתhe will notלֹאturn backיָשׁוּבfrom it:מִמֶּנָּה“Of the fruitמִפְּרִיof your wombבִטְנְךָI will setאָשִׁיתon your throne.לְכִסֵּא לָךְ
Ifאִםyour sonsבָנֶיךָkeepיִשְׁמְרוּmy covenantבְּרִיתִיand my testimoniesוְעֵדֹתִיthatזוֹI will teach them,אֲלַמְּדֵםtheir sonsבְּנֵיהֶםalsoגַּםforeverעֲדֵי עַדwill sitיֵשְׁבוּon your throne.”לְכִסֵּא לָךְ
ForכִּיYHWHיְהוָהhas chosenבָחַרZion;בְּצִיּוֹןhe has desired itאִוָּהּas a place to dwellלְמוֹשָׁבfor himself:לוֹ
“This isזֹאתmy restמְנוּחָתִיforever;עֲדֵי עַדhereפֹּהI will dwell,אֵשֵׁבforכִּיI have desired it.אִוִּתִיהָ
Its provisionצֵידָהּI will abundantly bless;בָּרֵךְ אֲבָרֵךְits needyאֶבְיוֹנֶיהָI will satisfyאַשְׂבִּיעַwith bread.לָחֶם
And its priestsוְכֹהֲנֶיהָI will clotheאַלְבִּישׁwith salvation,יֶשַׁעand its faithful onesוַחֲסִידֶיהָwill shout aloud for joy.רַנֵּן יְרַנֵּנוּ
ThereשָׁםI will make sproutאַצְמִיחַa hornקֶרֶןfor David;לְדָוִדI have preparedעָרַכְתִּיa lampנֵרfor my anointed one.לִמְשִׁיחִי
His enemiesאוֹיְבָיוI will clotheאַלְבִּישׁwith shame,בֹּשֶׁתbut upon himוְעָלָיוhis diademנִזְרוֹwill flourish.”יָצִיץ