A psalm.מִזְמוֹרA songשִׁירfor the dayלְיוֹםof the Sabbath.הַשַּׁבָּתIt is goodטוֹבto give thanksלְהֹדוֹתto YHWH,לַיהוָהand to sing psalmsוּלְזַמֵּרto your name,לְשִׁמְךָElyon,עֶלְיוֹן
to declareלְהַגִּידin the morningבַּבֹּקֶרyour loyal love,חַסְדֶּךָand your faithfulnessוֶאֱמוּנָתְךָin the nights,בַּלֵּילוֹת
withעֲלֵיan instrument of ten stringsעָשׂוֹרand with the harp,וַעֲלֵי נָבֶלwith the murmurעֲלֵי הִגָּיוֹןof the lyre.בְּכִנּוֹר
Forכִּיyou have made me glad,שִׂמַּחְתַּנִיYHWH,יְהוָהby your work;בְּפָעֳלֶךָat the worksבְּמַעֲשֵׂיof your handsיָדֶיךָI shout for joy.אֲרַנֵּן
Howמַהgreat areגָּדְלוּyour works,מַעֲשֶׂיךָYHWH!יְהוָהVeryמְאֹדdeep areעָמְקוּyour thoughts.מַחְשְׁבֹתֶיךָ
The stupidבַּעַרmanאִישׁdoes notלֹאknow,יֵדָעand the foolishוּכְסִילdoes notלֹאunderstandיָבִיןthis:אֶת זֹאת
whenבִּthe wickedרְשָׁעִיםflourishפְרֹחַlikeכְּמוֹgrass,עֵשֶׂבand allוַ כָּלthe workersפֹּעֲלֵיof wickednessאָוֶןbloom,יָּצִיצוּit is so that they may be destroyedלְהִשָּׁמְדָםforever.עֲדֵי עַד
But you,וְאַתָּהare on highמָרוֹםforever,לְעֹלָםYHWH.יְהוָה
Forכִּיlook,הִנֵּהyour enemies,אֹיְבֶיךָYHWH,יְהוָהforכִּיlook,הִנֵּהyour enemiesאֹיְבֶיךָwill perish;יֹאבֵדוּallכָּלthe workersפֹּעֲלֵיof wickednessאָוֶןwill be scattered.יִתְפָּרְדוּ
But you have exaltedוַתָּרֶםmy hornקַרְנִיlike that of the wild ox;כִּרְאֵיםI have been anointedבַּלֹּתִיwith freshרַעֲנָןoil.בְּשֶׁמֶן
And my eyeוַ עֵינִיhas lookedתַּבֵּטon those who lie in wait for me;בְּשׁוּרָיof the evildoersמְרֵעִיםwho riseבַּקָּמִיםagainst meעָלַיmy earsאָזְנָיwill hear.תִּשְׁמַעְנָה
The righteousצַדִּיקwill flourishיִפְרָחlike the palm tree;כַּתָּמָרlike a cedarכְּאֶרֶזin Lebanonבַּלְּבָנוֹןhe will grow.יִשְׂגֶּה
Plantedשְׁתוּלִיםin the houseבְּבֵיתof YHWH,יְהוָהin the courtsבְּחַצְרוֹתof our Elohimאֱלֹהֵינוּthey will flourish.יַפְרִיחוּ
They will stillעוֹדbear fruitיְנוּבוּןin old age;בְּשֵׂיבָהthey will beיִהְיוּvigorousדְּשֵׁנִיםand green,וְרַעֲנַנִּים
to declareלְהַגִּידthatכִּיYHWHיְהוָהis upright,יָשָׁרmy Rock,צוּרִיand there is noוְלֹאinjusticeעַוְלָתָהin him.בּוֹ