Psalms · Chapter 3
Peshitta OT
8 verses
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ܡܪܝܐ ܡܐ ܣܓܝܘ ܐ̈ܠܘܨܝ ܣ̈ܓܝܐܐ ܕܩܡܘ ܥܠܝ
ely dqmw sgy'' 'lwtsy sgyw m' mry'
Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” Selah.
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ܣ̈ܓܝܐܐ ܕܐܡܪܝܢ ܠܗ̇ ܠܢܦܫܝ ܕܠܝܬ ܠܟܝ ܦܘܪܩܢܐ ܒܐܠܗܟܝ
b'lhky pwrqn' lky dlyth lnpshy lh d'mryn sgy''
But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
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ܐܢܬ ܡܪܝܐ ܡܣܝܥܢܝ ܘܐܝܩܪܝ ܘܡܪܡܪܡܢܗ ܕܪܝܫܝ
dryshy wmrmrmnh w'yqry msyeny mry' 'nth
I cry to Yahweh with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. Selah.
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ܒܩܠܝ ܠܡܪܝܐ ܩܪܝܬ ܘܥܢܢܝ ܡܢ ܛܘܪܗ ܩܕܝܫܐ
qdysh' Twrh mn wenny qryth lmry' bqly
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for Yahweh sustains me.
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ܐܢܐ ܫܟܒܬ ܘܕܡܟܬ ܘܐܬܬܥܝܪܬ ܡܛܘܠ ܕܡܪܝܐ ܣܡܟܢܝ
smkny dmry' mTwl w'ththeyrth wdmkth shkbth 'n'
I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
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ܠܐ ܐܕܚܠ ܡܢ ܪ̈ܒܘܬܗ ܕܥܡܐ ܕܚܕܪܘܢܝ ܘܣܡܘ ܥܠܝ
ely wsmw dkhdrwny dem' rbwthh mn 'dkhl l'
Arise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
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ܩܘܡ ܡܪܝܐ ܐܠܗܝ ܘܦܪܘܩܝܢܝ ܡܛܠ ܕܐܢܬ ܡܚܝܬ ܠܟܘܠܗܘܢ ܒ̈ܥܠܕܒܒܝ ܥܠ ܦܟܝ̈ܗܘܢ ܘܫ̈ܢܐ ܕܪ̈ܫܝܥܐ ܬܒܪܬ
thbrth drshye' wshn' pkyhwn el beldbby lkwlhwn mkhyth d'nth mTl wprwqyny 'lhy mry' qwm
Salvation belongs to Yahweh. May your blessing be on your people. Selah.