Isaiah (ישעיה) - Isaia 143

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1 מִזְמֹור לְדָוִד יְהוָה ׀ שְׁמַע תְּפִלָּתִי הַאֲזִינָה אֶל־תַּחֲנוּנַי בֶּאֱמֻנָתְךָ עֲנֵנִי בְּצִדְקָתֶךָ	1 A Psalm of David versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the war.
2 וְאַל־תָּבֹוא בְמִשְׁפָּט אֶת־עַבְדֶּךָ כִּי לֹא־יִצְדַּק לְפָנֶיךָ כָל־חָי	2 My mercy and my refuge, my supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.
3 כִּי רָדַף אֹויֵב ׀ נַפְשִׁי דִּכָּא לָאָרֶץ חַיָּתִי הֹושִׁיבַנִי בְמַחֲשַׁכִּים כְּמֵתֵי עֹולָם	3 O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
4 וַתִּתְעַטֵּף עָלַי רוּחִי בְּתֹוכִי יִשְׁתֹּומֵם לִבִּי	4 Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
5 זָכַרְתִּי יָמִים ׀ מִקֶּדֶם הָגִיתִי בְכָל־פָּעֳלֶךָ בְּמַעֲשֵׂה יָדֶיךָ אֲשֹׂוחֵחַ	5 O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 פֵּרַשְׂתִּי יָדַי אֵלֶיךָ נַפְשִׁי ׀ כְּאֶרֶץ־עֲיֵפָה לְךָ סֶלָה	6 Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
7 מַהֵר עֲנֵנִי ׀ יְהוָה כָּלְתָה רוּחִי אַל־תַּסְתֵּר פָּנֶיךָ מִמֶּנִּי וְנִמְשַׁלְתִּי עִם־יֹרְדֵי בֹור	7 Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.
8 הַשְׁמִיעֵנִי בַבֹּקֶר ׀ חַסְדֶּךָ כִּי־בְךָ בָטָחְתִּי הֹודִיעֵנִי דֶּרֶךְ־זוּ אֵלֵךְ כִּי־אֵלֶיךָ נָשָׂאתִי נַפְשִׁי	8 Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
9 הַצִּילֵנִי מֵאֹיְבַי ׀ יְהוָה אֵלֶיךָ כִסִּתִי	9 To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.
10 לַמְּדֵנִי ׀ לַעֲשֹׂות רְצֹונֶךָ כִּי־אַתָּה אֱלֹוהָי רוּחֲךָ טֹובָה תַּנְחֵנִי בְּאֶרֶץ מִישֹׁור	10 He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.
11 לְמַעַן־שִׁמְךָ יְהוָה תְּחַיֵּנִי בְּצִדְקָתְךָ ׀ תֹוצִיא מִצָּרָה נַפְשִׁי	11 Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
12 וּבְחַסְדְּךָ תַּצְמִית אֹיְבָי וְהַאֲבַדְתָּ כָּל־צֹרֲרֵי נַפְשִׁי כִּי אֲנִי עַבְדֶּךָ	12 Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.
	13 Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.
	14 Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.
	15 They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.