1 By David. Blessed `is' Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.

1 לְדָוִ֨ד׀ בָּ֘ר֤וּךְ יְהוָ֨ה׀ צוּרִ֗י הַֽמְלַמֵּ֣ד יָדַ֣י לַקְרָ֑ב אֶ֝צְבְּעֹותַ֗י לַמִּלְחָמָֽה׃

2 My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!

2 חַסְדִּ֥י וּמְצוּדָתִי֮ מִשְׂגַּבִּ֪י וּֽמְפַלְטִ֫י לִ֥י מָ֭גִנִּי וּבֹ֣ו חָסִ֑יתִי הָרֹודֵ֖ד עַמִּ֣י תַחְתָּֽי׃

3 Jehovah, what `is' man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?

3 יְֽהוָ֗ה מָה־אָ֭דָם וַתֵּדָעֵ֑הוּ בֶּן־אֱ֝נֹ֗ושׁ וַֽתְּחַשְּׁבֵֽהוּ׃

4 Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.

4 אָ֭דָם לַהֶ֣בֶל דָּמָ֑ה יָ֝מָ֗יו כְּצֵ֣ל עֹובֵֽר׃

5 Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.

5 יְ֭הוָה הַט־שָׁמֶ֣יךָ וְתֵרֵ֑ד גַּ֖ע בֶּהָרִ֣ים וְֽיֶעֱשָֽׁנוּ׃

6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,

6 בְּרֹ֣וק בָּ֭רָק וּתְפִיצֵ֑ם שְׁלַ֥ח חִ֝צֶּ֗יךָ וּתְהֻמֵּֽם׃

7 Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,

7 שְׁלַ֥ח יָדֶ֗יךָ מִמָּ֫רֹ֥ום פְּצֵ֣נִי וְ֭הַצִּילֵנִי מִמַּ֣יִם רַבִּ֑ים מִ֝יַּ֗ד בְּנֵ֣י נֵכָֽר׃

8 Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood.

8 אֲשֶׁ֣ר פִּ֭יהֶם דִּבֶּר־שָׁ֑וְא וִֽ֝ימִינָ֗ם יְמִ֣ין שָֽׁקֶר׃

9 O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.

9 אֱ‍ֽלֹהִ֗ים שִׁ֣יר חָ֭דָשׁ אָשִׁ֣ירָה לָּ֑ךְ בְּנֵ֥בֶל עָ֝שֹׂ֗ור אֲזַמְּרָה־לָּֽךְ׃

10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.

10 הַנֹּותֵ֥ן תְּשׁוּעָ֗ה לַמְּלָ֫כִ֥ים הַ֭פֹּוצֶה אֶת־דָּוִ֥ד עַבְדֹּ֗ו מֵחֶ֥רֶב רָעָֽה׃

11 Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand `is' a right hand of falsehood,

11 פְּצֵ֥נִי וְהַצִּילֵנִי֮ מִיַּ֪ד בְּֽנֵי־נֵ֫כָ֥ר אֲשֶׁ֣ר פִּ֭יהֶם דִּבֶּר־שָׁ֑וְא וִֽ֝ימִינָ֗ם יְמִ֣ין שָֽׁקֶר׃

12 Because our sons `are' as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,

12 אֲשֶׁ֤ר בָּנֵ֨ינוּ׀ כִּנְטִעִים֮ מְגֻדָּלִ֪ים בִּֽנְעוּרֵ֫יהֶ֥ם בְּנֹותֵ֥ינוּ כְזָוִיֹּ֑ת מְ֝חֻטָּבֹ֗ות תַּבְנִ֥ית הֵיכָֽל׃

13 Our garners `are' full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,

13 מְזָוֵ֣ינוּ מְלֵאִים֮ מְפִיקִ֥ים מִזַּ֗ן אֶ֫ל־זַ֥ן צֹאונֵ֣נוּ מַ֭אֲלִיפֹות מְרֻבָּבֹ֗ות בְּחוּצֹותֵֽינוּ׃

14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.

14 אַלּוּפֵ֗ינוּ מְֽסֻבָּ֫לִ֥ים אֵֽין־פֶּ֭רֶץ וְאֵ֣ין יֹוצֵ֑את וְאֵ֥ין צְ֝וָחָ֗ה בִּרְחֹבֹתֵֽינוּ׃

15 O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God `is' Jehovah!

15 אַשְׁרֵ֣י הָ֭עָם שֶׁכָּ֣כָה לֹּ֑ו אַֽשְׁרֵ֥י הָ֝עָ֗ם שֶׁיֲהוָ֥ה אֱלֹהָֽיו׃