For the director.לַמְנַצֵּחַWith stringed instruments.בִּנְגִינֹתA maskilמַשְׂכִּילof David.לְדָוִדGive ear,הַאֲזִינָהElohim,אֱלֹהִיםto my prayer,תְּפִלָּתִיand do notוְאַלhide yourselfתִּתְעַלַּםfrom my supplication.מִתְּחִנָּתִי
Attend to meהַקְשִׁיבָה לִּיand answer me;וַעֲנֵנִיI am restlessאָרִידin my complaintבְּשִׂיחִיand I am distraught,וְאָהִימָה
because of the voiceמִקּוֹלof the enemy,אוֹיֵבbecauseמִפְּנֵיof the pressureעָקַתof the wicked;רָשָׁעforכִּיthey bring downיָמִיטוּupon meעָלַיwickedness,אָוֶןand in angerוּבְאַףthey bear a grudge against me.יִשְׂטְמוּנִי
My heartלִבִּיwrithesיָחִילwithin me,בְּקִרְבִּיand the terrorsוְאֵימוֹתof deathמָוֶתhave fallenנָפְלוּupon me.עָלָי
Fearיִרְאָהand tremblingוָרַעַדcomeיָבֹאupon me,בִיand shudderingוַ פַּלָּצוּתcovers me.תְּכַסֵּנִי
And I say,וָאֹמַר“Oh that I hadמִי יִתֶּן לִּיwingsאֵבֶרlike the dove!כַּיּוֹנָהI would fly awayאָעוּפָהand settle;וְאֶשְׁכֹּנָה
look,הִנֵּהI would flee far away;אַרְחִיק נְדֹדI would spend the nightאָלִיןin the wilderness.בַּמִּדְבָּרSelah.סֶלָה
I would hurryאָחִישָׁהto get myself to safetyמִפְלָט לִיfrom the rushingסֹעָהwind,מֵרוּחַfrom the tempest.”מִסָּעַר
Swallow them up,בַּלַּעAdonai,אֲדֹנָיdivideפַּלַּגtheir tongue,לְשׁוֹנָםforכִּיI have seenרָאִיתִיviolenceחָמָסand strifeוְרִיבin the city.בָּעִיר
Dayיוֹמָםand nightוָלַיְלָהthey go around itיְסוֹבְבֻהָon its walls,עַל חוֹמֹתֶיהָand wickednessוְאָוֶןand suffering areוְעָמָלwithin it.בְּקִרְבָּהּ
Calamities areהַוּוֹתwithin it;בְּקִרְבָּהּandוְoppressionתֹּךְand deceitוּמִרְמָהdo notלֹאdepartיָמִישׁfrom its square.מֵרְחֹבָהּ
Forכִּיit is notלֹאan enemyאוֹיֵבwho reproaches me,יְחָרְפֵנִיor I could bear it;וְאֶשָּׂאit is notלֹאone who hates meמְשַׂנְאִיwho has exalted himselfהִגְדִּילagainst me,עָלַיor I could hideוְאֶסָּתֵרfrom him;מִמֶּנּוּ
but you,וְאַתָּהa mortalאֱנוֹשׁof my own worth,כְּעֶרְכִּיmy companionאַלּוּפִיand my acquaintance,וּמְיֻדָּעִי
with whomאֲשֶׁרtogetherיַחְדָּוwe made sweetנַמְתִּיקintimate counsel;סוֹדin the houseבְּבֵיתof Elohimאֱלֹהִיםwe walkedנְהַלֵּךְwith the throng.בְּרָגֶשׁ
Let deathמָוֶתcome by surpriseיַשִּׁיupon them;עָלֵימוֹlet them go downיֵרְדוּto Sheolשְׁאוֹלalive,חַיִּיםforכִּיevils areרָעוֹתwhere they reside,בִּמְגוּרָםwithin them.בְּקִרְבָּם
Iאֲנִיwill callאֶקְרָאto Elohim,אֶל אֱלֹהִיםand YHWHוַיהוָהwill save me.יוֹשִׁיעֵנִי
Eveningעֶרֶבand morningוָבֹקֶרand noonוְצָהֳרַיִםI will complainאָשִׂיחָהand moan,וְאֶהֱמֶהand he will hearוַיִּשְׁמַעmy voice.קוֹלִי
He has ransomedפָּדָהin peaceבְשָׁלוֹםmy soulנַפְשִׁיfrom the battleמִקֲּרָבagainst me,לִיforכִּיmanyבְרַבִּיםwereהָיוּagainst me.עִמָּדִי
Elאֵלwill hearיִשְׁמַעand humble themוְיַעֲנֵם—he who sitsוְיֹשֵׁבfrom of old;קֶדֶםSelah.סֶלָהthose whoאֲשֶׁרhave noאֵין לָמוֹchangesחֲלִיפוֹתand do notוְלֹאfearיָרְאוּElohim.אֱלֹהִים
He stretched outשָׁלַחhis handsיָדָיוagainst those at peace with him;בִּשְׁלֹמָיוhe profanedחִלֵּלhis covenant.בְּרִיתוֹ
Smoother than butterחָלְקוּ מַחְמָאֹתis his mouth,פִּיוbut battle is inוּקֲרָבhis heart;לִבּוֹsofterרַכּוּthan oilמִשֶּׁמֶןare his words,דְבָרָיוbut theyוְהֵמָּהare drawn swords.פְתִחוֹת
Castהַשְׁלֵךְupon YHWHעַל יְהוָהyour burden,יְהָבְךָand heוְהוּאwill sustain you;יְכַלְכְּלֶךָhe will neverלֹא לְעוֹלָםallowיִתֵּןthe righteousלַצַּדִּיקto be moved.מוֹט
But you,וְאַתָּהElohim,אֱלֹהִיםwill bring them downתּוֹרִדֵםto the wellלִבְאֵרof the pit;שַׁחַתmenאַנְשֵׁיof bloodדָמִיםand deceitוּמִרְמָהwill notלֹאreach halfיֶחֱצוּtheir days;יְמֵיהֶםbut Iוַאֲנִיwill trustאֶבְטַחin you.בָּךְ