Chapter 144

1Of David. Blessed is Hashem, my rock, who trains my hands for battle, my fingers for warfare;

l'-da-VID, ba-ROOKH a-do-NAI, tzu-REE ha-m'-la-MAYD ya-DAI la-k'-RAV, etz-b'-O-tai la-mil-kha-MAH

אלְדָוִ֨ד ׀ בָּ֘ר֤וּךְ יְהֹוָ֨ה ׀ צוּרִ֗י הַֽמְלַמֵּ֣ד יָדַ֣י לַקְרָ֑ב אֶ֝צְבְּעוֹתַ֗י לַמִּלְחָמָֽה׃

2my faithful one, my fortress, my haven and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take shelter, who makes peoples subject to me.

khas-DEE u-m'-tzu-DA-tee, mis-GA-bee u-m'-fal-TEE-lee-lee, ma-GIN-nee u-VO kha-see-TEE, ha-ro-DEED a-MEE takh-TAI

בחַסְדִּ֥י וּמְצוּדָתִי֮ מִשְׂגַּבִּ֢י וּֽמְפַלְטִ֫י־לִ֥י מָ֭גִנִּי וּב֣וֹ חָסִ֑יתִי הָרוֹדֵ֖ד עַמִּ֣י תַחְתָּֽי׃

3Hashem, what is man that You should care about him, mortal man, that You should think of him?

a-do-NAI ma-a-DAHM va-tay-da-EY-hu ben e-NO-sh va-t'-kha-sh'-VAY-hu

גיְֽהֹוָ֗ה מָֽה־אָ֭דָם וַתֵּדָעֵ֑הוּ בֶּן־אֱ֝נ֗וֹשׁ וַתְּחַשְּׁבֵֽהוּ׃

4Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

a-DAM la-HE-vel da-MA ya-MAV k'-TZEL o-VER

דאָ֭דָם לַהֶ֣בֶל דָּמָ֑ה יָ֝מָ֗יו כְּצֵ֣ל עוֹבֵֽר׃

5Hashem, bend Your sky and come down; touch the mountains and they will smoke.

a-do-NAI ha-TA sha-ME-kha v'-te-RED, GA b'-ha-REEM v'-ye-e-sha-NU

היְ֭הֹוָה הַט־שָׁמֶ֣יךָ וְתֵרֵ֑ד גַּ֖ע בֶּהָרִ֣ים וְֽיֶעֱשָֽׁנוּ׃

6Make lightning flash and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.

B'-ROK BARAK u-t'-FI-tzem, sh'-LAKH khit-SE-kha u-t'-hu-MEM.

ובְּר֣וֹק בָּ֭רָק וּתְפִיצֵ֑ם שְׁלַ֥ח חִ֝צֶּ֗יךָ וּתְהֻמֵּֽם׃

7Reach Your hand down from on high; rescue me, save me from the mighty waters, from the hands of foreigners,

sh'-LAKH ya-DE-kha mi-ma-ROHM p'-TZE-nee v'-ha-tzee-LE-nee mi-MA-yim ra-BEEM mi-YAD b'-NAY n'-KAR

זשְׁלַ֥ח יָדֶ֗יךָ מִמָּ֫ר֥וֹם פְּצֵ֣נִי וְ֭הַצִּילֵנִי מִמַּ֣יִם רַבִּ֑ים מִ֝יַּ֗ד בְּנֵ֣י נֵכָֽר׃

8whose mouths speak lies, and whose oaths are false.

a-SHER pi-HEM di-BER sha-VU vi-yi-MI-nam ye-MIN sha-KER

חאֲשֶׁ֣ר פִּ֭יהֶם דִּבֶּר־שָׁ֑וְא וִ֝ימִינָ֗ם יְמִ֣ין שָֽׁקֶר׃

9O Hashem, I will sing You a new song, sing a hymn to You with a ten-stringed harp,

E-lo-HIM, sheer kha-DASH a-SHEE-ra LAKH, b'-NE-vel a-SOR a-za-m'-RAH-LAKH.

טאֱֽלֹהִ֗ים שִׁ֣יר חָ֭דָשׁ אָשִׁ֣ירָה לָּ֑ךְ בְּנֵ֥בֶל עָ֝שׂ֗וֹר אֲזַמְּרָה־לָּֽךְ׃

10to You who give victory to kings, who rescue His servant David from the deadly sword.

ha-NO-teyn t'-shu-AH la-m'-la-KHEEM ha-po-TZE et da-VID av-DO me-KHE-rev ra-AH

יהַנּוֹתֵ֥ן תְּשׁוּעָ֗ה לַמְּלָ֫כִ֥ים הַ֭פּוֹצֶה אֶת־דָּוִ֥ד עַבְדּ֗וֹ מֵחֶ֥רֶב רָעָֽה׃

11Rescue me, save me from the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak lies, and whose oaths are false.

P'-tze-NI v'-ha-TZI-le-NI mi-YAD b'-NAY ne-KHAR a-SHER pi-HEM di-BER sha-V' vee-MI-nam ye-MEEN sha-KER

יאפְּצֵ֥נִי וְהַצִּילֵנִי֮ מִיַּ֢ד בְּֽנֵי־נֵ֫כָ֥ר אֲשֶׁ֣ר פִּ֭יהֶם דִּבֶּר־שָׁ֑וְא וִ֝ימִינָ֗ם יְמִ֣ין שָֽׁקֶר׃

12For our sons are like saplings, well-tended in their youth; our daughters are like cornerstones trimmed to give shape to a palace.

a-SHER ba-NEE-nu ki-n'-tee-IM m'-gu-da-LEEM bin-u-ray-HEM b'-no-tay-NU k'-za-vee-YOT m'-khu-ta-VOT tav-NEET hay-KHAL

יבאֲשֶׁ֤ר בָּנֵ֨ינוּ ׀ כִּנְטִעִים֮ מְגֻדָּלִ֢ים בִּֽנְעוּרֵ֫יהֶ֥ם בְּנוֹתֵ֥ינוּ כְזָוִיֹּ֑ת מְ֝חֻטָּב֗וֹת תַּבְנִ֥ית הֵיכָֽל׃

13Our storehouses are full, supplying produce of all kinds; our flocks number thousands, even myriads, in our fields;

m'-za-VEE-nu m'-le-EEM m'-fi-KEEM mi-ZAN el-ZAN tzo-AY-nay-NU ma-a-lee-FOT m'-ru-BA-vot b'-khu-tzo-TAY-nu

יגמְזָוֵ֣ינוּ מְלֵאִים֮ מְפִיקִ֥ים מִזַּ֗ן אֶ֫ל־זַ֥ן צֹאונֵ֣נוּ מַ֭אֲלִיפוֹת מְרֻבָּב֗וֹת בְּחוּצוֹתֵֽינוּ׃

14our cattle are well cared for There is no breaching and no sortie, and no wailing in our streets.

a-lu-FAY-nu m'-su-BA-leem AYN pe-RETZ v'-AYN yo-TZEYT v'-AYN t'-va-KHA bi-r'-kho-vo-TAY-nu

ידאַלּוּפֵ֗ינוּ מְֽסֻבָּ֫לִ֥ים אֵֽין־פֶּ֭רֶץ וְאֵ֣ין יוֹצֵ֑את וְאֵ֥ין צְ֝וָחָ֗ה בִּרְחֹבֹתֵֽינוּ׃

15Happy the people who have it so; happy the people whose God is Hashem.

ash-RAY ha-AM she-KA-khah LO ash-RAY ha-AM she-a-do-NAI e-lo-HAV

טואַשְׁרֵ֣י הָ֭עָם שֶׁכָּ֣כָה לּ֑וֹ אַֽשְׁרֵ֥י הָ֝עָ֗ם שֱׁיְהֹוָ֥ה אֱלֹהָֽיו׃