A prayerתְּפִלָּהof David.לְדָוִדHear,שִׁמְעָהYHWH,יְהוָהwhat is righteous;צֶדֶקheedהַקְשִׁיבָהmy cry;רִנָּתִיgive earהַאֲזִינָהto my prayer,תְפִלָּתִיwhich comes notבְּלֹאfrom lipsשִׂפְתֵיof deceit.מִרְמָה
From before youמִלְּפָנֶיךָlet my judgmentמִשְׁפָּטִיcome forth;יֵצֵאlet your eyesעֵינֶיךָseeתֶּחֱזֶינָהuprightness.מֵישָׁרִים
You have testedבָּחַנְתָּmy heart,לִבִּיyou have inspected itפָּקַדְתָּby night,לַּיְלָהyou have refined me;צְרַפְתַּנִיyou will findתִּמְצָאnothing;בַלI have resolved:זַמֹּתִיmy mouthפִּיwill notבַּלoverstep.יַעֲבָר
As for the deedsלִפְעֻלּוֹתof human beings,אָדָםby the wordבִּדְבַרof your lipsשְׂפָתֶיךָIאֲנִיhave kept myselfשָׁמַרְתִּיfrom the pathsאָרְחוֹתof the violent.פָּרִיץ
My stepsאֲשֻׁרַיhave held fastתָּמֹךְto your tracks;בְּמַעְגְּלוֹתֶיךָmy footstepsפְעָמָיhave notבַּלbeen moved.נָמוֹטּוּ
Iאֲנִיhave called on you,קְרָאתִיךָforכִיyou will answer me,תַעֲנֵנִיEl;אֵלinclineהַטyour earאָזְנְךָto me,לִיhearשְׁמַעmy saying.אִמְרָתִי
Make remarkableהַפְלֵהyour acts of loyal love,חֲסָדֶיךָyou who saveמוֹשִׁיעַby your right handבִּימִינֶךָthose who take refugeחוֹסִיםfrom those who rise up against them.מִמִּתְקוֹמְמִים
Keep meשָׁמְרֵנִיas the pupil of the eye;כְּאִישׁוֹן בַּת עָיִןin the shadowבְּצֵלof your wingsכְּנָפֶיךָhide meתַּסְתִּירֵנִי
from beforeמִפְּנֵיthe wickedרְשָׁעִיםwhoזוּhave devastated me,שַׁדּוּנִיmy deadlyבְּנֶפֶשׁenemies,אֹיְבַיwho encircle me.יַקִּיפוּ עָלָי
Their fatחֶלְבָּמוֹthey have closed;סָּגְרוּwith their mouthפִּימוֹthey speakדִּבְּרוּwith arrogance.בְגֵאוּת
At our steps,אַשֻּׁרֵינוּnowעַתָּהthey have surrounded us;סְבָבוּנוּthey setיָשִׁיתוּtheir eyesעֵינֵיהֶםto cast us downלִנְטוֹתto the ground.בָּאָרֶץ
His likenessדִּמְיֹנוֹis like a lionכְּאַרְיֵהthat longsיִכְסוֹףto tear,לִטְרוֹףand like a young lionוְכִכְפִירsittingיֹשֵׁבin hiding places.בְּמִסְתָּרִים
Rise up,קוּמָהYHWH;יְהוָהgo out to meet him,קַדְּמָה פָנָיוmake him bend the knee;הַכְרִיעֵהוּbring to safetyפַּלְּטָהmy soulנַפְשִׁיfrom the wickedמֵרָשָׁעwith your sword,חַרְבֶּךָ
from men,מִמְתִיםby your hand,יָדְךָYHWH,יְהוָהfrom menמִמְתִיםof the world,מֵחֶלֶדwhose shareחֶלְקָםis in life;בַּחַיִּיםand with what you have stored upוּצְפוּנְךָyou fillתְּמַלֵּאtheir belly;בִטְנָםthe sonsבָנִיםare satisfiedיִשְׂבְּעוּand leaveוְהִנִּיחוּtheir remainderיִתְרָםto their little ones.לְעוֹלְלֵיהֶם
As for me,אֲנִיin righteousnessבְּצֶדֶקI will seeאֶחֱזֶהyour face;פָנֶיךָI will be satisfied,אֶשְׂבְּעָהwhen I awake,בְהָקִיץwith your form.תְּמוּנָתֶךָ