Chapter 144
Blessed Be the LORD, My Rock
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Of David. 1Blessed [be] the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
𐤋𐤃𐤅𐤃 𐤁𐤓𐤅𐤊 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 𐤑𐤅𐤓𐤉 𐤄𐤌𐤋𐤌𐤃 𐤉𐤃𐤉 𐤋𐤒𐤓𐤁 𐤀𐤑𐤁𐤏𐤅𐤕𐤉 𐤋𐤌𐤋𐤇𐤌𐤄
לְדָוִ֨ד׀ בָּ֘ר֤וּךְ יְהוָ֨ה׀ צוּרִ֗י הַֽמְלַמֵּ֣ד יָדַ֣י לַקְרָ֑ב אֶ֝צְבְּעוֹתַ֗י לַמִּלְחָמָֽה׃ lə·ḏā·wiḏ bā·rūḵ Yah·weh ṣū·rî ham·lam·mêḏ yā·ḏay laq·rāḇ ’eṣ·bə·‘ō·w·ṯay lam·mil·ḥā·māh — WLC · 1
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He is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer He is my shield in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
𐤇𐤎𐤃𐤉 𐤅𐤌𐤑𐤅𐤃𐤕𐤉 𐤌𐤔𐤂𐤁𐤉 𐤅𐤌𐤐𐤋𐤈𐤉 𐤋𐤉 𐤌𐤂𐤍𐤉 𐤅𐤁𐤅 𐤇𐤎𐤉𐤕𐤉 𐤄𐤓𐤅𐤃𐤃 𐤏𐤌𐤉 𐤕𐤇𐤕𐤉
חַסְדִּ֥י וּמְצוּדָתִי֮ מִשְׂגַּבִּ֪י וּֽמְפַלְטִ֫י לִ֥י מָ֭גִנִּי וּב֣וֹ חָסִ֑יתִי הָרוֹדֵ֖ד עַמִּ֣י תַחְתָּֽי׃ ḥas·dî ū·mə·ṣū·ḏā·ṯî miś·gab·bî ū·mə·p̄al·ṭî lî mā·ḡin·nî ū·ḇōw ḥā·sî·ṯî hā·rō·w·ḏêḏ ‘am·mî ṯaḥ·tāy — WLC · 2
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O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?
𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 𐤌𐤄 𐤀𐤃𐤌 𐤅𐤕𐤃𐤏𐤄𐤅 𐤁𐤍 𐤀𐤍𐤅𐤔 𐤅𐤕𐤇𐤔𐤁𐤄𐤅
יְֽהוָ֗ה מָה־ אָ֭דָם וַתֵּדָעֵ֑הוּ בֶּן־ אֱ֝נ֗וֹשׁ וַֽתְּחַשְּׁבֵֽהוּ׃ Yah·weh māh- ’ā·ḏām wat·tê·ḏā·‘ê·hū ben- ’ĕ·nō·wōš wat·tə·ḥaš·šə·ḇê·hū — WLC · 3
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Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
𐤀𐤃𐤌 𐤃𐤌𐤄 𐤋𐤄𐤁𐤋 𐤉𐤌𐤉𐤅 𐤏𐤅𐤁𐤓 𐤊𐤑𐤋
אָ֭דָם דָּמָ֑ה לַהֶ֣בֶל יָ֝מָ֗יו עוֹבֵֽר׃ כְּצֵ֣ל ’ā·ḏām dā·māh la·he·ḇel yā·māw ‘ō·w·ḇêr kə·ṣêl — WLC · 4
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Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
𐤄𐤈 𐤔𐤌𐤉𐤊 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 𐤅𐤕𐤓𐤃 𐤂𐤏 𐤁𐤄𐤓𐤉𐤌 𐤅𐤉𐤏𐤔𐤍𐤅
הַט־ שָׁמֶ֣יךָ יְ֭הוָה וְתֵרֵ֑ד גַּ֖ע בֶּהָרִ֣ים וְֽיֶעֱשָֽׁנוּ׃ haṭ- šā·me·ḵā Yah·weh wə·ṯê·rêḏ ga‘ be·hā·rîm wə·ye·‘ĕ·šā·nū — WLC · 5
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Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.
𐤁𐤓𐤅𐤒 𐤁𐤓𐤒 𐤅𐤕𐤐𐤉𐤑𐤌 𐤔𐤋𐤇 𐤇𐤑𐤉𐤊 𐤅𐤕𐤄𐤌𐤌
בְּר֣וֹק בָּ֭רָק וּתְפִיצֵ֑ם שְׁלַ֥ח חִ֝צֶּ֗יךָ וּתְהֻמֵּֽם׃ bə·rō·wq bā·rāq ū·ṯə·p̄î·ṣêm šə·laḥ ḥiṣ·ṣe·ḵā ū·ṯə·hum·mêm — WLC · 6
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Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep… waters, from the grasp vvv of foreigners,
𐤔𐤋𐤇 𐤌𐤌𐤓𐤅𐤌 𐤐𐤑𐤍𐤉 𐤅𐤄𐤑𐤉𐤋𐤍𐤉 𐤓𐤁𐤉𐤌 𐤌𐤉𐤃 𐤌𐤌𐤉𐤌 𐤉𐤃𐤉𐤊 𐤁𐤍𐤉 𐤍𐤊𐤓
שְׁלַ֥ח מִמָּ֫ר֥וֹם פְּצֵ֣נִי וְ֭הַצִּילֵנִי רַבִּ֑ים מִ֝יַּ֗ד מִמַּ֣יִם יָדֶ֗יךָ בְּנֵ֣י נֵכָֽר׃ šə·laḥ mim·mā·rō·wm pə·ṣê·nî wə·haṣ·ṣî·lê·nî rab·bîm mî·yaḏ mim·ma·yim yā·ḏe·ḵā bə·nê nê·ḵār — WLC · 7
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whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands… are deceitful.
𐤀𐤔𐤓 𐤐𐤉𐤄𐤌 𐤃𐤁𐤓 𐤔𐤅𐤀 𐤅𐤉𐤌𐤉𐤍𐤌 𐤉𐤌𐤉𐤍 𐤔𐤒𐤓
אֲשֶׁ֣ר פִּ֭יהֶם דִּבֶּר־ שָׁ֑וְא וִֽ֝ימִינָ֗ם יְמִ֣ין שָֽׁקֶר׃ ’ă·šer pî·hem dib·ber- šāw wî·mî·nām yə·mîn šā·qer — WLC · 8
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I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—
𐤔𐤉𐤓 𐤋𐤊 𐤇𐤃𐤔 𐤀𐤔𐤉𐤓𐤄 𐤀𐤋𐤄𐤉𐤌 𐤁𐤍𐤁𐤋 𐤏𐤔𐤅𐤓 𐤀𐤆𐤌𐤓𐤄 𐤋𐤊
שִׁ֣יר לָּ֑ךְ חָ֭דָשׁ אָשִׁ֣ירָה אֱֽלֹהִ֗ים בְּנֵ֥בֶל עָ֝שׂ֗וֹר אֲזַמְּרָה־ לָּֽךְ׃ šîr lāḵ ḥā·ḏāš ’ā·šî·rāh ’ĕlō·hîm bə·nê·ḇel ‘ā·śō·wr ’ă·zam·mə·rāh- lāḵ — WLC · 9
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to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.
𐤄𐤍𐤅𐤕𐤍 𐤕𐤔𐤅𐤏𐤄 𐤋𐤌𐤋𐤊𐤉𐤌 𐤄𐤐𐤅𐤑𐤄 𐤀𐤕 𐤏𐤁𐤃𐤅 𐤃𐤅𐤃 𐤓𐤏𐤄 𐤌𐤇𐤓𐤁
הַנּוֹתֵ֥ן תְּשׁוּעָ֗ה לַמְּלָ֫כִ֥ים הַ֭פּוֹצֶה אֶת־ עַבְדּ֗וֹ דָּוִ֥ד רָעָֽה׃ מֵחֶ֥רֶב han·nō·w·ṯên tə·šū·‘āh lam·mə·lā·ḵîm hap·pō·w·ṣeh ’eṯ- ‘aḇ·dōw dā·wiḏ rā·‘āh mê·ḥe·reḇ — WLC · 10
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Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners…, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands… are deceitful.
𐤐𐤑𐤍𐤉 𐤅𐤄𐤑𐤉𐤋𐤍𐤉 𐤌𐤉𐤃 𐤁𐤍𐤉 𐤍𐤊𐤓 𐤀𐤔𐤓 𐤐𐤉𐤄𐤌 𐤃𐤁𐤓 𐤔𐤅𐤀 𐤅𐤉𐤌𐤉𐤍𐤌 𐤉𐤌𐤉𐤍 𐤔𐤒𐤓
פְּצֵ֥נִי וְהַצִּילֵנִי֮ מִיַּ֪ד בְּֽנֵי־ נֵ֫כָ֥ר אֲשֶׁ֣ר פִּ֭יהֶם דִּבֶּר־ שָׁ֑וְא וִֽ֝ימִינָ֗ם יְמִ֣ין שָֽׁקֶר׃ pə·ṣê·nî wə·haṣ·ṣî·lê·nî mî·yaḏ bə·nê- nê·ḵār ’ă·šer pî·hem dib·ber- šāw wî·mî·nām yə·mîn šā·qer — WLC · 11
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Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.
𐤀𐤔𐤓 𐤁𐤍𐤉𐤍𐤅 𐤊𐤍𐤈𐤏𐤉𐤌 𐤌𐤂𐤃𐤋𐤉𐤌 𐤁𐤍𐤏𐤅𐤓𐤉𐤄𐤌 𐤁𐤍𐤅𐤕𐤉𐤍𐤅 𐤊𐤆𐤅𐤉𐤕 𐤌𐤇𐤈𐤁𐤅𐤕 𐤕𐤁𐤍𐤉𐤕 𐤄𐤉𐤊𐤋
אֲשֶׁ֤ר בָּנֵ֨ינוּ׀ כִּנְטִעִים֮ מְגֻדָּלִ֪ים בִּֽנְעוּרֵ֫יהֶ֥ם בְּנוֹתֵ֥ינוּ כְזָוִיֹּ֑ת מְ֝חֻטָּב֗וֹת תַּבְנִ֥ית הֵיכָֽל׃ ’ă·šer bā·nê·nū kin·ṭi·‘îm mə·ḡud·dā·lîm bin·‘ū·rê·hem bə·nō·w·ṯê·nū ḵə·zā·wî·yōṯ mə·ḥuṭ·ṭā·ḇō·wṯ taḇ·nîṯ hê·ḵāl — WLC · 12
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Our storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of… produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of thousands in our fields.
𐤌𐤆𐤅𐤉𐤍𐤅 𐤌𐤋𐤀𐤉𐤌 𐤌𐤐𐤉𐤒𐤉𐤌 𐤌𐤆𐤍 𐤀𐤋 𐤆𐤍 𐤑𐤀𐤅𐤍𐤍𐤅 𐤌𐤀𐤋𐤉𐤐𐤅𐤕 𐤌𐤓𐤁𐤁𐤅𐤕 𐤁𐤇𐤅𐤑𐤅𐤕𐤉𐤍𐤅
מְזָוֵ֣ינוּ מְלֵאִים֮ מְפִיקִ֥ים מִזַּ֗ן אֶ֫ל־ זַ֥ן צֹאונֵ֣נוּ מַ֭אֲלִיפוֹת מְרֻבָּב֗וֹת בְּחוּצוֹתֵֽינוּ׃ mə·zā·wê·nū mə·lê·’îm mə·p̄î·qîm miz·zan ’el- zan ṣō·w·nê·nū ma·’ă·lî·p̄ō·wṯ mə·rub·bā·ḇō·wṯ bə·ḥū·ṣō·w·ṯê·nū — WLC · 13
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Our oxen will bear great loads. There will be no breach in the walls, no going into captivity, and no cry of lament in our streets.
𐤀𐤋𐤅𐤐𐤉𐤍𐤅 𐤌𐤎𐤁𐤋𐤉𐤌 𐤀𐤉𐤍 𐤐𐤓𐤑 𐤅𐤀𐤉𐤍 𐤉𐤅𐤑𐤀𐤕 𐤅𐤀𐤉𐤍 𐤑𐤅𐤇𐤄 𐤁𐤓𐤇𐤁𐤕𐤉𐤍𐤅
אַלּוּפֵ֗ינוּ מְֽסֻבָּ֫לִ֥ים אֵֽין־ פֶּ֭רֶץ וְאֵ֣ין יוֹצֵ֑את וְאֵ֥ין צְ֝וָחָ֗ה בִּרְחֹבֹתֵֽינוּ׃ ’al·lū·p̄ê·nū mə·sub·bā·lîm ’ên- pe·reṣ wə·’ên yō·w·ṣêṯ wə·’ên ṣə·wā·ḥāh bir·ḥō·ḇō·ṯê·nū — WLC · 14
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Blessed are the people of whom this is so blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
𐤀𐤔𐤓𐤉 𐤄𐤏𐤌 𐤔𐤊𐤊𐤄 𐤋𐤅 𐤀𐤔𐤓𐤉 𐤄𐤏𐤌 𐤀𐤋𐤄𐤉𐤅 𐤔𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄
אַשְׁרֵ֣י הָ֭עָם שֶׁכָּ֣כָה לּ֑וֹ אַֽשְׁרֵ֥י הָ֝עָ֗ם אֱלֹהָֽיו׃ שֶׁיֲהוָ֥ה ’aš·rê hā·‘ām šek·kā·ḵāh lōw ’aš·rê hā·‘ām ’ĕ·lō·hāw še·Yah·weh — WLC · 15