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Sunday, 7 June 2026 - Sant' Andronico di Perm ( Letture di oggi)

Psalms 39


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NEW AMERICAN BIBLEMiqra 'al pi ha-Mesorah
1 For the leader, for Jeduthun. A psalm of David.1 לַמְנַצֵּחַ לידיתון לִֽידוּתוּןמִזְמוֹר לְדָוִֽד׃
2 I said, "I will watch my ways, lest I sin with my tongue; I will set a curb on my mouth."2 אָמַרְתִּי אֶשְׁמְרָה דְרָכַי מֵחֲטוֹא בִלְשׁוֹנִיאֶשְׁמְרָה לְפִי מַחְסוֹםבְּעֹד רָשָׁע לְנֶגְדִּֽי׃
3 Dumb and silent before the wicked, I refrained from any speech. But my sorrow increased;3 נֶאֱלַמְתִּי דוּמִיָּה הֶחֱשֵׁיתִי מִטּוֹבוּכְאֵבִי נֶעְכָּֽר׃
4 my heart smoldered within me. In my thoughts a fire blazed up, and I broke into speech:4 חַם־לִבִּי ׀ בְּקִרְבִּיבַּהֲגִיגִי תִבְעַר־אֵשׁדִּבַּרְתִּי בִּלְשׁוֹנִֽי׃
5 LORD, let me know my end, the number of my days, that I may learn how frail I am.5 הוֹדִיעֵנִי יְהֹוָה ׀ קִצִּיוּמִדַּת יָמַי מַה־הִיאאֵדְעָה מֶֽה־חָדֵל אָֽנִי׃
6 You have given my days a very short span; my life is as nothing before you. All mortals are but a breath. Selah6 הִנֵּה טְפָחוֹת ׀ נָתַתָּה יָמַיוְחֶלְדִּי כְאַיִן נֶגְדֶּךָאַךְ כׇּֽל־הֶבֶל כׇּל־אָדָם נִצָּב סֶֽלָה׃
7 Mere phantoms, we go our way; mere vapor, our restless pursuits; we heap up stores without knowing for whom.7 אַךְ־בְּצֶלֶם ׀ יִֽתְהַלֶּךְ־אִישׁאַךְ־הֶבֶל יֶהֱמָיוּןיִצְבֹּר וְֽלֹא־יֵדַע מִֽי־אֹסְפָֽם׃
8 And now, Lord, what future do I have? You are my only hope.8 וְעַתָּה מַה־קִּוִּיתִי אֲדֹנָיתּוֹחַלְתִּי לְךָ הִֽיא׃
9 From all my sins deliver me; let me not be the taunt of fools.9 מִכׇּל־פְּשָׁעַי הַצִּילֵנִיחֶרְפַּת נָבָל אַל־תְּשִׂימֵֽנִי׃
10 I was silent and did not open my mouth because you were the one who did this.10 נֶאֱלַמְתִּי לֹא אֶפְתַּח־פִּיכִּי אַתָּה עָשִֽׂיתָ׃
11 Take your plague away from me; I am ravaged by the touch of your hand.11 הָסֵר מֵעָלַי נִגְעֶךָמִתִּגְרַת יָדְךָ אֲנִי כָלִֽיתִי׃
12 You rebuke our guilt and chasten us; you dissolve all we prize like a cobweb. All mortals are but a breath. Selah12 בְּֽתוֹכָחוֹת עַל־עָוֺן ׀ יִסַּרְתָּ אִישׁוַתֶּמֶס כָּעָשׁ חֲמוּדוֹאַךְ הֶבֶל כׇּל־אָדָם סֶֽלָה׃
13 Listen to my prayer, LORD, hear my cry; do not be deaf to my weeping! I sojourn with you like a passing stranger, a guest, like all my ancestors.13 שִׁמְעָֽה תְפִלָּתִי ׀ יְהֹוָה וְשַׁוְעָתִי ׀ הַאֲזִינָהאֶֽל־דִּמְעָתִי אַֽל־תֶּחֱרַשׁכִּי גֵר אָנֹכִי עִמָּךְתּוֹשָׁב כְּכׇל־אֲבוֹתָֽי׃
14 Turn your gaze from me, that I may find peace before I depart to be no more.14 הָשַׁע מִמֶּנִּי וְאַבְלִיגָהבְּטֶרֶם אֵלֵךְ וְאֵינֶֽנִּי׃