< اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 129 >
تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ «كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي». لِيَقُلْ إِسْرَائِيلُ: | ١ 1 |
A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —
«كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي، لَكِنْ لَمْ يَقْدِرُوا عَلَيَّ. | ٢ 2 |
Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.
عَلَى ظَهْرِي حَرَثَ ٱلْحُرَّاثُ. طَوَّلُوا أَتْلَامَهُمْ». | ٣ 3 |
The ploughers ploughed 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 ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;
لِيَكُونُوا كَعُشْبِ ٱلسُّطُوحِ ٱلَّذِي يَيْبَسُ قَبْلَ أَنْ يُقْلَعَ، | ٦ 6 |
Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,
ٱلَّذِي لَا يَمْلَأُ ٱلْحَاصِدُ كَفَّهُ مِنْهُ وَلَا ٱلْمُحَزِّمُ حِضْنَهُ. | ٧ 7 |
Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;
وَلَا يَقُولُ ٱلْعَابِرُونَ: «بَرَكَةُ ٱلرَّبِّ عَلَيْكُمْ. بَارَكْنَاكُمْ بِٱسْمِ ٱلرَّبِّ». | ٨ 8 |
Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!