< 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, may Israel now 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 plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
ٱلرَّبُّ صِدِّيقٌ. قَطَعَ رُبُطَ ٱلْأَشْرَارِ. | ٤ 4 |
The LORD [is] righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيَرْتَدَّ إِلَى ٱلْوَرَاءِ كُلُّ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ. | ٥ 5 |
Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.
لِيَكُونُوا كَعُشْبِ ٱلسُّطُوحِ ٱلَّذِي يَيْبَسُ قَبْلَ أَنْ يُقْلَعَ، | ٦ 6 |
Let them be as the grass [upon] the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth 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 they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.