اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 144

١ 1 لِدَاوُدَ مُبَارَكٌ ٱلرَّبُّ صَخْرَتِي، ٱلَّذِي يُعَلِّمُ يَدَيَّ ٱلْقِتَالَ وَأَصَابِعِي ٱلْحَرْبَ.

Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, And my fingers to fight!

٢ 2 رَحْمَتِي وَمَلْجَإِي، صَرْحِي وَمُنْقِذِي، مِجَنِّي وَٱلَّذِي عَلَيْهِ تَوَكَّلْتُ، ٱلْمُخْضِعُ شَعْبِي تَحْتِي.

He who is my loving-kindness and my fortress; My high tower and my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I trust; Who subdueth peoples under me.

٣ 3 يَارَبُّ، أَيُّ شَيْءٍ هُوَ ٱلْإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْرِفَهُ، أَوِ ٱبْنُ ٱلْإِنْسَانِ حَتَّى تَفْتَكِرَ بِهِ؟

LORD, what is man, that thou art mindful of him, Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

٤ 4 ٱلْإِنْسَانُ أَشْبَهَ نَفْخَةً. أَيَّامُهُ مِثْلُ ظِلٍّ عَابِرٍ.

Man is like a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.

٥ 5 يَارَبُّ، طَأْطِئْ سَمَاوَاتِكَ وَٱنْزِلِ. ٱلْمِسِ ٱلْجِبَالَ فَتُدَخِّنَ.

Bow thy heavens, O LORD! and come down; Touch the mountains, so that they shall smoke!

٦ 6 أَبْرِقْ بُرُوقًا وَبَدِّدْهُمْ. أَرْسِلْ سِهَامَكَ وَأَزْعِجْهُمْ.

Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth thine arrows, and destroy them!

٧ 7 أَرْسِلْ يَدَكَ مِنَ ٱلْعَلَاءِ. أَنْقِذْنِي وَنَجِّنِي مِنَ ٱلْمِيَاهِ ٱلْكَثِيرَةِ، مِنْ أَيْدِي ٱلْغُرَبَاءِ

Send forth thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,

٨ 8 ٱلَّذِينَ تَكَلَّمَتْ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِٱلْبَاطِلِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ كَذِبٍ.

Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!

٩ 9 يَا ٱللهُ، أُرَنِّمُ لَكَ تَرْنِيمَةً جَدِيدَةً. بِرَبَابٍ ذَاتِ عَشَرَةِ أَوْتَارٍ أُرَنِّمُ لَكَ.

I will sing to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;

١٠ 10 ٱلْمُعْطِي خَلَاصًا لِلْمُلُوكِ. ٱلْمُنْقِذُ دَاوُدَ عَبْدَهُ مِنَ ٱلسَّيْفِ ٱلسُّوءِ.

To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive sword!

١١ 11 أَنْقِذْنِي وَنَجِّنِي مِنْ أَيْدِي ٱلْغُرَبَاءِ، ٱلَّذِينَ تَكَلَّمَتْ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِٱلْبَاطِلِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ كَذِبٍ.

Rescue and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!

١٢ 12 لِكَيْ يَكُونَ بَنُونَا مِثْلَ ٱلْغُرُوسِ ٱلنَّامِيَةِ فِي شَبِيبَتِهَا. بَنَاتُنَا كَأَعْمِدَةِ ٱلزَّوَايَا مَنْحُوتَاتٍ حَسَبَ بِنَاءِ هَيْكَلٍ.

That our sons may be as plants, Grown up in their youth; Our daughters as corner-pillars, Hewn like those of a palace!

١٣ 13 أَهْرَاؤُنَا مَلآنَةً تَفِيضُ مِنْ صِنْفٍ فَصِنْفٍ. أَغْنَامُنَا تُنْتِجُ أُلُوفًا وَرِبْوَاتٍ فِي شَوَارِعِنَا.

That our garners may be full, Affording all kinds of store; That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our streets.

١٤ 14 بَقَرُنَا مُحَمَّلَةً. لَا ٱقْتِحَامَ وَلَا هُجُومَ، وَلَا شَكْوَى فِي شَوَارِعِنَا.

That our cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; And no outcry in our streets.

١٥ 15 طُوبَى لِلشَّعْبِ ٱلَّذِي لَهُ كَهَذَا. طُوبَى لِلشَّعْبِ ٱلَّذِي ٱلرَّبُّ إِلَهُهُ.

Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!