Of David.לְדָוִדBlessed beבָּרוּךְYHWH,יְהוָהmy Rock,צוּרִיwho trainsהַמְלַמֵּדmy handsיָדַיfor battle,לַקְרָבmy fingersאֶצְבְּעוֹתַיfor war;לַמִּלְחָמָה
my loyal loveחַסְדִּיand my fortress,וּמְצוּדָתִיmy high refugeמִשְׂגַּבִּיand the one who brings me to safety,וּמְפַלְטִי לִיmy shield,מָגִנִּיand in himוּבוֹI take refuge,חָסִיתִיwho subduesהָרוֹדֵדmy peopleעַמִּיunder me.תַחְתָּי
YHWH,יְהוָהwhatמָהis a human beingאָדָםthat you know him,וַתֵּדָעֵהוּthe sonבֶּןof a mortalאֱנוֹשׁthat you take account of him?וַתְּחַשְּׁבֵהוּ
A human beingאָדָםis likeדָּמָהa vapor;לַהֶבֶלhis daysיָמָיוare like a shadowכְּצֵלthat passes.עוֹבֵר
YHWH,יְהוָהbendהַטyour heavensשָׁמֶיךָand come down;וְתֵרֵדtouchגַּעthe mountains,בֶּהָרִיםand they will smoke.וְיֶעֱשָׁנוּ
Flashבְּרוֹקlightning,בָּרָקand scatter them;וּתְפִיצֵםsendשְׁלַחyour arrows,חִצֶּיךָand rout them.וּתְהֻמֵּם
Sendשְׁלַחyour handsיָדֶיךָfrom on high;מִמָּרוֹםset me freeפְּצֵנִיand deliver meוְהַצִּילֵנִיfrom manyמִ רַבִּיםwaters,מַּיִםfrom the handמִיַּדof the sonsבְּנֵיof the foreigner,נֵכָר
whoseאֲשֶׁרmouthפִּיהֶםspeaksדִּבֶּרfalsehood,שָׁוְאand their right handוִימִינָםis a right handיְמִיןof lies.שָׁקֶר
Elohim,אֱלֹהִיםa newחָדָשׁsongשִׁירI will singאָשִׁירָהto you;לָּךְon a harpבְּנֵבֶלof ten stringsעָשׂוֹרI will sing psalmsאֲזַמְּרָהto you,לָּךְ
who givesהַנּוֹתֵןsalvationתְּשׁוּעָהto kings,לַמְּלָכִיםwho sets freeהַפּוֹצֶהDavidאֶת דָּוִדhis servantעַבְדּוֹfrom the evilמֵ רָעָהsword.חֶרֶב
Set me freeפְּצֵנִיand deliver meוְהַצִּילֵנִיfrom the handמִיַּדof the sonsבְּנֵיof the foreigner,נֵכָרwhoseאֲשֶׁרmouthפִּיהֶםspeaksדִּבֶּרfalsehood,שָׁוְאand their right handוִימִינָםis a right handיְמִיןof lies;שָׁקֶר
so thatאֲשֶׁרour sonsבָּנֵינוּmay be like plantsכִּנְטִעִיםgrown upמְגֻדָּלִיםin their youth,בִּנְעוּרֵיהֶםour daughtersבְּנוֹתֵינוּlike cornersכְזָוִיֹּתcarvedמְחֻטָּבוֹתin the patternתַּבְנִיתof a palace;הֵיכָל
our granariesמְזָוֵינוּfull,מְלֵאִיםsupplyingמְפִיקִיםfrom kindמִזַּןto kind;אֶל זַןour sheepצֹאונֵנוּincreasing by thousands,מַאֲלִיפוֹתby tens of thousandsמְרֻבָּבוֹתin our fields;בְּחוּצוֹתֵינוּ
our oxenאַלּוּפֵינוּheavily loaded;מְסֻבָּלִיםnoאֵיןbreachפֶּרֶץand noוְאֵיןgoing out,יוֹצֵאתand noוְאֵיןoutcryצְוָחָהin our squares.בִּרְחֹבֹתֵינוּ
Happy isאַשְׁרֵיthe peopleהָעָםto whomשֶׁ לּוֹit is thus;כָּכָהhappy isאַשְׁרֵיthe peopleהָעָםwhoseשֶׁElohimאֱלֹהָיוis YHWH.יֲהוָה