Psalm 4:7
ಅವರ ಧಾನ್ಯವೂ ದ್ರಾಕ್ಷಾರಸವೂ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿದ ಕಾಲಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಅಧಿಕ ವಾಗಿ ನನ್ನ ಹೃದಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಸಂತೋಷವನ್ನು ಇಟ್ಟಿದ್ದೀ.
0 A Psalm of David.
1 Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
5 Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
| Thou hast put | נָתַ֣תָּה | nātattâ | na-TA-ta |
| gladness | שִׂמְחָ֣ה | śimḥâ | seem-HA |
| in my heart, | בְלִבִּ֑י | bĕlibbî | veh-lee-BEE |
| time the in than more | מֵעֵ֬ת | mēʿēt | may-ATE |
| that their corn | דְּגָנָ֖ם | dĕgānām | deh-ɡa-NAHM |
| and their wine | וְתִֽירוֹשָׁ֣ם | wĕtîrôšām | veh-tee-roh-SHAHM |
| increased. | רָֽבּוּ׃ | rābbû | RA-boo |
0 A Psalm of David.
1 Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
4 Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
5 Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.