Psalms
Chapter 142
1. A maskil1 by
David, when he was in the cave, a prayer. 2. With my voice I will cry out to
the Lord; with my voice I will call to the Lord in supplication. 3. I will pour
out my plea before Him; I will declare my distress in His presence. 4. When my
spirit is faint within me, You know my path. In the way in which I walk, they
have hidden a snare for me. 5. Look to my right and see, there is none that
will know me; every escape is lost to me. No man cares for my soul. 6. I cried
out to You, O Lord; I said, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of
the living.” 7. Listen to my song of prayer, for I have been brought very low.
Deliver me from my pursuers, for they are too mighty for me. 8. Release my soul
from confinement, so that it may acknowledge Your Name. Because of me, the
righteous will crown [You] when You will deal graciously with me.
Chapter 143
1. A psalm
by David. O Lord, hear my prayer, lend Your ear to my supplications. With Your
faithfulness answer me, and with Your righteousness. 2. Do not enter into
judgment with Your servant, for no living being would be vindicated before You.
3. For the enemy has pursued my soul; he has crushed my life to the ground; he
has set me down in dark places, like those who are eternally dead. 4. Then my
spirit became faint within me; my heart was dismayed within me. 5. I remembered
the days of old; I meditated on all Your deeds; I spoke of Your handiwork. 6. I
spread out my hands to You; like a languishing land my soul yearns after You,
Selah. 7. Answer me soon, O Lord, my spirit is spent; hide not Your face from
me, lest I become like those who descend into the pit. 8. Let me hear Your
kindness in the morning, for have I trusted in You. Let me know the way in
which I should walk, for to You I have lifted my soul. 9. Deliver me from my
enemies, O Lord. I have concealed [my troubles from all, save] You. 10. Teach
me to do Your will, for You are my G-d. Let Your good spirit lead me in an even
path. 11. For the sake of Your Name, O Lord, give me life; in Your
righteousness, take my soul out of distress. 12. And in Your kindness, cut off
my enemies and obliterate all those who oppress my soul, for I am Your servant.
Chapter 144
1. By David.
Blessed be the Lord, my Rock, Who trains my hands for battle and my fingers for
war. 2. My source of kindness and my fortress, my high tower and my rescuer, my
shield, in Whom I take refuge; it is He Who makes my people submit to me. 3. O
Lord, what is man that You have recognized him; the son of a mortal, that You
are mindful of him? 4. Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing
shadow. 5. O Lord, incline Your heavens and descend; touch the mountains and
they will become vapor. 6. Flash one bolt of lightning and You will scatter
them; send out Your arrows and You will confound them. 7. Stretch forth Your
hands from on high, rescue me and deliver me out of many waters, from the hand
of strangers, 8. whose mouth speaks deceit and whose right hand is a right hand
of falsehood. 9. G-d, I will sing a new song to You, I will play to You upon a
harp of ten strings. 10. He who gives victory to kings, He will rescue David,
His servant, from the evil sword. 11. Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of
strangers, whose mouth speaks deceit and whose right hand is a right hand of
falsehood. 12. For our sons are like plants, brought up to manliness in their
youth; our daughters are like cornerstones, fashioned after the fashion of a
palace. 13. Our storehouses are full, overflowing with all manner of food; our
sheep increase by the thousands, growing by the tens of thousands in our open
fields. 14. Our leaders bear the heaviest burden; there is none who break
through, nor is there bad report, nor outcry in our streets. 15. Happy is the
nation for whom this is so. Happy is that nation whose G-d is the Lord.
Tikkun
HaKlali
Chapter 105
45. In order that they keep His statutes and observe His laws. Hallelujah.
Chapter 137
1. By the
rivers of Babylon, there we sat, we also wept when we remembered Zion.
2. On
willows in its midst we hung our harps.
3. For there
our captors asked us for words of song and our tormentors [asked of us] mirth,
"Sing for us of the song of Zion."
Psalm 89
49. Who is a
man who will live and not see death, who will rescue his soul from the grasp of
the grave forever?
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