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lamənaṣṣēaḥ liḇənê-qōraḥ maśəkîl | Pss 44:1 We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what work thou didst in their days, in the times of old. |
’ĕlōhîm bə’āzənênû šāma‘ənû ’ăḇôṯênû sippərû-lānû pō‘al pā‘alətā ḇîmêhem bîmê qeḏem | Pss 44:2 How thou didst drive out the heathen with thy hand, and plantedst them; how thou didst afflict the people, and cast them out. |
’attāh yāḏəḵā gôyim hôrašətā wattiṭṭā‘ēm tāra‘ lə’ummîm wattəšalləḥēm | Pss 44:3 For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them. |
kî lō’ ḇəḥarəbām yārəšû ’āreṣ ûzərô‘ām lō’-hôšî‘āh llāmô kî-yəmînəḵā ûzərô‘ăḵā wə’ôr pāneyḵā kî rəṣîṯām | Pss 44:4 Thou art my King, O God: command deliverances for Jacob. |
’attāh-hû’ maləkî ’ĕlōhîm ṣawwēh yəšû‘ôṯ ya‘ăqōḇ | Pss 44:5 Through thee will we push down our enemies: through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us. |
bəḵā ṣārênû nənaggēaḥ bəšiməḵā nāḇûs qāmênû | Pss 44:6 For I will not trust in my bow, neither shall my sword save me. |
kî lō’ ḇəqašətî ’eḇəṭāḥ wəḥarəbî lō’ ṯôšî‘ēnî | Pss 44:7 But thou hast saved us from our enemies, and hast put them to shame that hated us. |
kî hôša‘ətānû miṣṣārênû ûməśanə’ênû hĕḇîšôṯā | Pss 44:8 In God we boast all the day long, and praise thy name for ever. Selah. |
bē’lōhîm hillalənû ḵāl-hayyôm wəšiməḵā lə‘ôlām nôḏeh selāh | Pss 44:9 But thou hast cast off, and put us to shame; and goest not forth with our armies. |
’ap̱-zānaḥətā wattaḵəlîmēnû wəlō’-ṯēṣē’ bəṣiḇə’ôṯênû | Pss 44:10 Thou makest us to turn back from the enemy: and they which hate us spoil for themselves. |
təšîḇēnû ’āḥôr minnî-ṣār ûməśanə’ênû šāsû lāmô | Pss 44:11 Thou hast given us like sheep appointed for meat; and hast scattered us among the heathen. |
tittənēnû kəṣō’n ma’ăḵāl ûḇaggôyim zērîṯānû | Pss 44:12 Thou sellest thy people for nought, and dost not increase thy wealth by their price. |
timəkōr-‘amməḵā ḇəlō’-hôn wəlō’-ribbîṯā biməḥîrêhem | Pss 44:13 Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and a derision to them that are round about us. |
təśîmēnû ḥerəpāh lišəḵēnênû la‘ag̱ wāqeles lisəḇîḇôṯênû | Pss 44:14 Thou makest us a byword among the heathen, a shaking of the head among the people. |
təśîmēnû māšāl baggôyim mənôḏ-rō’š bal-’ummîm | Pss 44:15 My confusion is continually before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me, |
kāl-hayyôm kəlimmāṯî neg̱ədî ûḇōšeṯ pānay kissāṯənî | Pss 44:16 For the voice of him that reproacheth and blasphemeth; by reason of the enemy and avenger. |
miqqôl məḥārēp̱ ûməg̱addēp̱ mippənê ’ôyēḇ ûmiṯənaqqēm | Pss 44:17 All this is come upon us; yet have we not forgotten thee, neither have we dealt falsely in thy covenant. |
kāl-zō’ṯ bā’aṯənû wəlō’ šəḵaḥănûḵā wəlō’-šiqqarənû biḇərîṯeḵā | Pss 44:18 Our heart is not turned back, neither have our steps declined from thy way; |
lō’-nāsôg̱ ’āḥôr libbēnû wattēṭ ’ăšurênû minnî ’ārəḥeḵā | Pss 44:19 Though thou hast sore broken us in the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death. |
kî ḏikkîṯānû biməqôm tannîm wattəḵas ‘ālênû ḇəṣaləmāweṯ | Pss 44:20 If we have forgotten the name of our God, or stretched out our hands to a strange god; |
’im-šāḵaḥənû šēm ’ĕlōhênû wannip̱ərōś kappênû lə’ēl zār | Pss 44:21 Shall not God search this out? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart. |
hălō’ ’ĕlōhîm yaḥăqār-zō’ṯ kî-hû’ yōḏēa‘ ta‘ălumôṯ lēḇ | Pss 44:22 Yea, for thy sake are we killed all the day long; we are counted as sheep for the slaughter. |
kî-‘āleyḵā hōrag̱ənû ḵāl-hayyôm neḥəšaḇənû kəṣō’n ṭiḇəḥāh | Pss 44:23 Awake, why sleepest thou, O Lord? arise, cast us not off for ever. |
‘ûrāh lāmmāh ṯîšan ’ăḏōnāy hāqîṣāh ’al-tizənaḥ lāneṣaḥ | Pss 44:24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and forgettest our affliction and our oppression? |
lāmmāh-p̱āneyḵā ṯasətîr tišəkaḥ ‘ānəyēnû wəlaḥăṣēnû | Pss 44:25 For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the earth. |
kî šāḥāh le‘āp̱ār nap̱əšēnû dāḇəqāh lā’āreṣ biṭənēnû | Pss 44:26 Arise for our help, and redeem us for thy mercies' sake. |
qûmāh ‘ezərāṯāh llānû ûp̱əḏēnû ləma‘an ḥasədeḵā | Pss : |