< اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 131 >
تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ. لِدَاوُدَ يَارَبُّ، لَمْ يَرْتَفِعْ قَلْبِي، وَلَمْ تَسْتَعْلِ عَيْنَايَ، وَلَمْ أَسْلُكْ فِي ٱلْعَظَائِمِ، وَلَا فِي عَجَائِبَ فَوْقِي. | ١ 1 |
A Song of the going up. Of David. Lord, there is no pride in my heart and my eyes are not lifted up; and I have not taken part in great undertakings, or in things over-hard for me.
بَلْ هَدَّأْتُ وَسَكَّتُّ نَفْسِي كَفَطِيمٍ نَحْوَ أُمِّهِ. نَفْسِي نَحْوِي كَفَطِيمٍ. | ٢ 2 |
See, I have made my soul calm and quiet, like a child on its mother's breast; my soul is like a child on its mother's breast.
لِيَرْجُ إِسْرَائِيلُ ٱلرَّبَّ مِنَ ٱلْآنَ وَإِلَى ٱلدَّهْرِ. | ٣ 3 |
O Israel, have hope in the Lord, from this time and for ever.