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١ 1 تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ إِلَيْكَ رَفَعْتُ عَيْنَيَّ يَا سَاكِنًا فِي ٱلسَّمَاوَاتِ.

A Song of degrees. Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

٢ 2 هُوَذَا كَمَا أَنَّ عُيُونَ ٱلْعَبِيدِ نَحْوَ أَيْدِي سَادَتِهِمْ، كَمَا أَنَّ عَيْنَيِ ٱلْجَارِيَةِ نَحْوَ يَدِ سَيِّدَتِهَا، هَكَذَا عُيُونُنَا نَحْوَ ٱلرَّبِّ إِلَهِنَا حَتَّى يَتَرَأَّفَ عَلَيْنَا.

Behold, as the eyes of servants [look] unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress, so our eyes [are directed] to Jehovah our God, until he be gracious unto us.

٣ 3 ٱرْحَمْنَا يَارَبُّ ٱرْحَمْنَا، لِأَنَّنَا كَثِيرًا مَا ٱمْتَلَأْنَا هَوَانًا.

Be gracious unto us, O Jehovah, be gracious unto us; for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

٤ 4 كَثِيرًا مَا شَبِعَتْ أَنْفُسُنَا مِنْ هُزْءِ ٱلْمُسْتَرِيحِينَ وَإِهَانَةِ ٱلْمُسْتَكْبِرِينَ.

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, with the contempt of the proud.