For the director.לַמְנַצֵּחַOf David.לְדָוִדA psalm.מִזְמוֹרYHWH,יְהוָהyou have examined meחֲקַרְתַּנִיand known me.וַתֵּדָע
Youאַתָּהknowיָדַעְתָּmy sitting downשִׁבְתִּיand my rising up;וְקוּמִיyou understandבַּנְתָּהmy thoughtלְרֵעִיfrom afar.מֵרָחוֹק
My pathאָרְחִיand my lying downוְרִבְעִיyou have sifted,זֵרִיתָand allוְכָלmy waysדְּרָכַיyou are familiar with.הִסְכַּנְתָּה
Forכִּיthere is notאֵיןa wordמִלָּהon my tongue—בִּלְשׁוֹנִיlook,הֵןYHWH,יְהוָהyou knowיָדַעְתָּall of it.כֻלָּהּ
Behindאָחוֹרand beforeוָקֶדֶםyou have hemmed me in,צַרְתָּנִיand you have laidוַתָּשֶׁתon meעָלַיyour palm.כַּפֶּכָה
Too wonderfulפְּלִיאָהis knowledgeדַעַתfor me;מִמֶּנִּיit is high;נִשְׂגְּבָהI cannotלֹא אוּכַלreach it.לָהּ
Whereאָנָהshall I goאֵלֵךְfrom your spirit,מֵרוּחֶךָand whereוְאָנָהfrom your faceמִפָּנֶיךָshall I flee?אֶבְרָח
IfאִםI go upאֶסַּקto the heavens,שָׁמַיִםthereשָׁםyou are;אָתָּהand if I make my bedוְאַצִּיעָהin Sheol,שְּׁאוֹלlook,הִנֶּyou are there.ךָּ
If I takeאֶשָּׂאthe wingsכַנְפֵיof the dawn,שָׁחַרif I dwellאֶשְׁכְּנָהat the farthest endבְּאַחֲרִיתof the sea,יָם
evenגַּםthereשָׁםyour handיָדְךָwill lead me,תַנְחֵנִיand your right handיְמִינֶךָwill take hold of me.וְתֹאחֲזֵנִי
And if I say,וָאֹמַר“Surelyאַךְdarknessחֹשֶׁךְwill cover me,יְשׁוּפֵנִיand the lightוְ אוֹרaround meבַּעֲדֵנִיbecome night,”לַיְלָה
evenגַּםdarknessחֹשֶׁךְis notלֹאdarkיַחְשִׁיךְto you,מִמֶּךָand the nightוְלַיְלָהshinesיָאִירlike the day;כַּיּוֹםas the darkness,כַּחֲשֵׁיכָהso the light.כָּאוֹרָה
Forכִּיyouאַתָּהcreatedקָנִיתָmy kidneys;כִלְיֹתָיyou wove meתְּסֻכֵּנִיin the wombבְּבֶטֶןof my mother.אִמִּי
I will give you thanks,אוֹדְךָforעַל כִּיfearfullyנוֹרָאוֹתI have been wonderfully made;נִפְלֵיתִיwonderful areנִפְלָאִיםyour works,מַעֲשֶׂיךָand my soulוְנַפְשִׁיknows itיֹדַעַתvery well.מְאֹד
My bonesעָצְמִיwere notלֹאhiddenנִכְחַדfrom youמִמֶּךָּwhenאֲשֶׁרI was madeעֻשֵּׂיתִיin secret,בַסֵּתֶרembroideredרֻקַּמְתִּיin the depthsבְּתַחְתִּיּוֹתof the earth.אָרֶץ
My embryoגָּלְמִיyour eyesעֵינֶיךָsaw;רָאוּand in your bookוְעַל סִפְרְךָall of themכֻּלָּםwere written,יִכָּתֵבוּthe daysיָמִיםthat were formed,יֻצָּרוּwhen there was notוְלוֹoneאֶחָדof them.בָּהֶם
And to meוְלִיhowמַהprecious areיָּקְרוּyour thoughts,רֵעֶיךָEl;אֵלhowמֶהvast isעָצְמוּthe sum of them.רָאשֵׁיהֶם
If I count them,אֶסְפְּרֵםthey are moreיִרְבּוּןthan the sand;מֵחוֹלI awake,הֱקִיצֹתִיand stillוְעוֹדִI amיwith you.עִמָּךְ
If onlyאִםyou would slay,תִּקְטֹלEloah,אֱלוֹהַּthe wicked;רָשָׁעand menוְאַנְשֵׁיof blood,דָמִיםdepartסוּרוּfrom me,מֶנִּי
whoאֲשֶׁרspeak of youיֹאמְרֻךָwith plans;לִמְזִמָּהthey take it upנָשֻׂאin vain,לַשָּׁוְאyour enemies.עָרֶיךָ
Do I notהֲלוֹאhateאֶשְׂנָאthose who hate you,מְשַׂנְאֶיךָYHWH,יְהוָהand loatheאֶתְקוֹטָטthose who rise up against you?וּבִתְקוֹמְמֶיךָ
With completeתַּכְלִיתhatredשִׂנְאָהI hate them;שְׂנֵאתִיםthey have becomeהָיוּenemiesלְאוֹיְבִיםto me.לִי
Examine me,חָקְרֵנִיEl,אֵלand knowוְדַעmy heart;לְבָבִיtest meבְּחָנֵנִיand knowוְדַעmy anxious thoughts.שַׂרְעַפָּי
And seeוּרְאֵהifאִםthere is a wayדֶּרֶךְof painעֹצֶבin me,בִּיand lead meוּנְחֵנִיin the eternalבְּ עוֹלָםway.דֶרֶךְ