Psalm 8:3
ನಿನ್ನ ಕೈಕೆಲಸವಾದ ಆಕಾಶಗಳನ್ನೂ ನೀನು ಸಿದ್ಧ ಮಾಡಿದ ಚಂದ್ರ ನಕ್ಷತ್ರಗಳನ್ನೂ ನಾನು ಆಲೋ ಚಿಸುವಾಗ
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.
| When | כִּֽי | kî | kee |
| I consider | אֶרְאֶ֣ה | ʾerʾe | er-EH |
| thy heavens, | שָׁ֭מֶיךָ | šāmêkā | SHA-may-ha |
| the work | מַעֲשֵׂ֣י | maʿăśê | ma-uh-SAY |
| fingers, thy of | אֶצְבְּעֹתֶ֑יךָ | ʾeṣbĕʿōtêkā | ets-beh-oh-TAY-ha |
| the moon | יָרֵ֥חַ | yārēaḥ | ya-RAY-ak |
| stars, the and | וְ֝כוֹכָבִ֗ים | wĕkôkābîm | VEH-hoh-ha-VEEM |
| which | אֲשֶׁ֣ר | ʾăšer | uh-SHER |
| thou hast ordained; | כּוֹנָֽנְתָּה׃ | kônānĕttâ | koh-NA-neh-ta |
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.