Interlinear Bible - Psalms 144

1 Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle;

b'r.q;l y;d'y deM;l.m;h yir.Wc h'wh.y .$.Wr'B diw'd.l ? h'm'x.liM;l y;tw{[.B.c,a

2 My lovingkindness and my fortress, My stronghold and my deliverer, My shield and He in whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people under me.

yiNig'm yil yij.l;p.m.W yiB;G.fim yit'd.Wc.m.W yiD.s;x ? y'T.x;t yiM;[ dedw{r'h yityis'x w{b.W

3 O LORD, what is man, that You take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that You think of him?

.Wheb.V;x.T;w vw{n/a -n,B .Whe['deT;w ~'d'a -h'm h'wh.y

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

rebw{[ lec.K wy'm'y h'm'D l,b,h;l ~'d'a

5 Bow Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

.Wn'v/[,y.w ~yir'h,B [;G deret.w '$y,m'v -j;h h'wh.y

6 Flash forth lightning and scatter them; Send out Your arrows and confuse them.

~eMUh.t.W '$y,Cix x;l.v ~ecyip.t.W q'r'B qw{r.B

7 Stretch forth Your hand from on high; Rescue me and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens *

~Iy;Mim yinelyiC;h.w yinec.P ~w{r'Mim '$y,d'y x;l.v ? r'ken yen.B d;Yim ~yiB;r

8 Whose mouths speak deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

r,q'v !yim.y ~'nyimyiw a.w'v -r,BiD ~,hyiP r,v]a

9 I will sing a new song to You, O God; Upon a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,

rw{f'[ l,ben.B .$'L h'ryiv'a v'd'x ryiv ~yih{l/a ? .$'L -h'r.M;z]a

10 Who gives salvation to kings, Who rescues David His servant from the evil sword.

diw'D -t,a h,cw{P;h ~yik'l.M;l h'[.Wv.T !etw{N;h ? h'['r b,r,xem w{D.b;[

11 Rescue me and deliver me out of the hand of aliens *, Whose mouth speaks deceit And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

~,hyiP r,v]a r'ken -yen.B d;Yim yinelyiC;h.w yinec.P ? r,q'v !yim.y ~'nyimyiw a.w'v -r,BiD

12 Let our sons in their youth be as grown-up plants, And our daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace;

~,hyer.W[.niB ~yil'DUg.m ~yi[ij.niK .Wnyen'B r,v]a ? l'kyeh tyin.b;T tw{b'JUx.m t{Yiw'z.k .Wnyetw{n.B

13 Let our garners be full, furnishing every kind of produce, And our flocks bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;

!;z -l,a !;Zim ~yiqyip.m ~yiael.m .Wnyew'z.m ? .Wnyetw{c.Wx.B tw{b'BUr.m tw{pyil]a;m .Wnenwa{c

14 Let our cattle bear Without mishap and without loss, Let there be no outcry in our streets!

taecw{y !yea.w #,r,P -nyea ~yil'BUs.m .Wnyep.WL;a ? .Wnyet{b{x.riB h'x'w.c !yea.w

15 How blessed are the people who are so situated; How blessed are the people whose God is the LORD!

h'wh]y,v ~'['h yer.v;a w{L h'k'K,v ~'['h yer.v;a ? wy'h{l/a