Comentario sobre Salmos 77:3
בְּי֥וֹם צָרָתִי֮ אֲדֹנָ֪י דָּ֫רָ֥שְׁתִּי יָדִ֤י ׀ לַ֣יְלָה נִ֭גְּרָה וְלֹ֣א תָפ֑וּג מֵאֲנָ֖ה הִנָּחֵ֣ם נַפְשִֽׁי׃
Al Señor busqué en el día de mi angustia: Mi mal corría de noche y no cesaba: Mi alma rehusaba consuelo.
Rashi on Psalms
my wound Heb. ידי, lit. my hand; my wound.
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Rashi on Psalms
my wound oozes In this exile, which is like night, it oozes pus and gall.
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Rashi on Psalms
and does not abate Its oozing does not abate.
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