اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 129

١ 1 تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ «كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي». لِيَقُلْ إِسْرَائِيلُ:

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:

٢ 2 «كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي، لَكِنْ لَمْ يَقْدِرُوا عَلَيَّ.

Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.

٣ 3 عَلَى ظَهْرِي حَرَثَ ٱلْحُرَّاثُ. طَوَّلُوا أَتْلَامَهُمْ».

They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.

٤ 4 ٱلرَّبُّ صِدِّيقٌ. قَطَعَ رُبُطَ ٱلْأَشْرَارِ.

But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.

٥ 5 فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيَرْتَدَّ إِلَى ٱلْوَرَاءِ كُلُّ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ.

May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.

٦ 6 لِيَكُونُوا كَعُشْبِ ٱلسُّطُوحِ ٱلَّذِي يَيْبَسُ قَبْلَ أَنْ يُقْلَعَ،

May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,

٧ 7 ٱلَّذِي لَا يَمْلَأُ ٱلْحَاصِدُ كَفَّهُ مِنْهُ وَلَا ٱلْمُحَزِّمُ حِضْنَهُ.

There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.

٨ 8 وَلَا يَقُولُ ٱلْعَابِرُونَ: «بَرَكَةُ ٱلرَّبِّ عَلَيْكُمْ. بَارَكْنَاكُمْ بِٱسْمِ ٱلرَّبِّ».

May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”