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

A Song of degrees. Unto thee lift I 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, [and] as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes [wait] upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us.

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

Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon 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, [and] with the contempt of the proud.