Salmi ܡܙܡܘܪܐ 63

Peshitta	Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition
	1 A Psalm of David, when he was in the Wilderness of Judah. O God, thou art my God, I seek thee, my soul thirsts for thee; my flesh faints for thee, as in a dry and weary land where no water is.
2 ܐܠܗܝ ܐܠܗܝ ܐܢܬ ܐܣܟܐ ܠܟ ܨܗܝܐ ܗܝ ܠܟ ܢܦܫܝ ܘܡܣܟܐ ܠܟ ܒܣܪܝ ܐܝܟ ܐܪܥܐ ܨܗܝܬܐ ܘܡܛܪܦܬܐ ܕܒܥܝܐ ܡ̈ܝܐ	2 So I have looked upon thee in the sanctuary, beholding thy power and glory.
3 ܗܟܢ ܚܪܬܟ ܒܩܘܫܬܐ ܕܐܚܙܐ ܥܘܫܢܟ ܘܐܝܩܪܟ	3 Because thy steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise thee.
4 ܡܛܠ ܕܛܒܝ̈ܢ ܪ̈ܚܡܝܟ ܡܢ ܚ̈ܝܐ ܘܣܦܘ̈ܬܝ ܢܫܒܚ̈ܢܟ	4 So I will bless thee as long as I live; I will lift up my hands and call on thy name.
5 ܗܟܢ ܐܒܪܟܟ ܒܚ̈ܝܝ ܘܒܫܡܟ ܐܪܝܡ ܐ̈ܝܕܝ	5 My soul is feasted as with marrow and fat, and my mouth praises thee with joyful lips,
6 ܐܝܟ ܫܘܡܢܐ ܘܐܝܟ ܬܪܒܐ ܬܕܗܢ ܢܦܫܝ ܘܒܣ̈ܦܘܬܐ ܕܫܘܒܚܐ ܢܫܒܚܟ ܦܘܡܝ	6 when I think of thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the watches of the night;
7 ܐܬܕܟܪܬܟ ܥܠ ܬܫܘܝܬܝ ܘܒ̈ܠܝܠܘܬܐ ܪܢܝܬ ܒܟ	7 for thou hast been my help, and in the shadow of thy wings I sing for joy.
8 ܡܛܠ ܕܗܘܝܬ ܠܝ ܡܥܕܪܢܐ ܘܒܛܠܠܐ ܕܟܢ̈ܦܝܟ ܐܫܬܒܚ	8 My soul clings to thee; thy right hand upholds me.
9 ܢܦܩܬ ܢܦܫܝ ܒܬܪܟ ܘܥܠܝ ܣܡܟܬ ܝܡܝܢܟ	9 But those who seek to destroy my life shall go down into the depths of the earth;
10 ܗܢܘܢ ܒܥܘ ܕܢܘܒܕܘܢ ܠܢܦܫܝ ܢܥܠܘܢ ܒܬܚ̈ܬܝܬܗ̇ ܕܐܪܥܐ	10 they shall be given over to the power of the sword, they shall be prey for jackals.
11 ܢܫܬܠܡܘܢ ܠܚܪܒܐ ܘܡܐܟܘܠܬܐ ܠܬܥ̈ܠܐ ܢܗܘܘܢ	11 But the king shall rejoice in God; all who swear by him shall glory; for the mouths of liars will be stopped.