< اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 129 >
تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ «كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي». لِيَقُلْ إِسْرَائِيلُ: | ١ 1 |
A Song of Ascents. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth up, Let Israel now say,
«كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي، لَكِنْ لَمْ يَقْدِرُوا عَلَيَّ. | ٢ 2 |
Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth up: Yet they have not prevailed against me.
عَلَى ظَهْرِي حَرَثَ ٱلْحُرَّاثُ. طَوَّلُوا أَتْلَامَهُمْ». | ٣ 3 |
The plowers plowed upon my back; They made long their furrows.
ٱلرَّبُّ صِدِّيقٌ. قَطَعَ رُبُطَ ٱلْأَشْرَارِ. | ٤ 4 |
Jehovah is righteous: He hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيَرْتَدَّ إِلَى ٱلْوَرَاءِ كُلُّ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ. | ٥ 5 |
Let them be put to shame and turned backward, All they that hate Zion.
لِيَكُونُوا كَعُشْبِ ٱلسُّطُوحِ ٱلَّذِي يَيْبَسُ قَبْلَ أَنْ يُقْلَعَ، | ٦ 6 |
Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, Which withereth before it groweth up;
ٱلَّذِي لَا يَمْلَأُ ٱلْحَاصِدُ كَفَّهُ مِنْهُ وَلَا ٱلْمُحَزِّمُ حِضْنَهُ. | ٧ 7 |
Wherewith the reaper filleth not his hand, Nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom:
وَلَا يَقُولُ ٱلْعَابِرُونَ: «بَرَكَةُ ٱلرَّبِّ عَلَيْكُمْ. بَارَكْنَاكُمْ بِٱسْمِ ٱلرَّبِّ». | ٨ 8 |
Neither do they that go by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; We bless you in the name of Jehovah.