اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 30
| مَزْمُورٌ أُغْنِيَةُ تَدْشِينِ اَلْبَيْتِ. لِدَاوُدَ أُعَظِّمُكَ يَارَبُّ لِأَنَّكَ نَشَلْتَنِي وَلَمْ تُشْمِتْ بِي أَعْدَائِي. | ١ 1 |
A Psalm [and] Song [at] the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
| يَارَبُّ إِلَهِي، ٱسْتَغَثْتُ بِكَ فَشَفَيْتَنِي. | ٢ 2 |
O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
| يَارَبُّ، أَصْعَدْتَ مِنَ ٱلْهَاوِيَةِ نَفْسِي. أَحْيَيْتَنِي مِنْ بَيْنِ ٱلْهَابِطِينَ فِي ٱلْجُبِّ. (Sheol h7585) | ٣ 3 |
O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
| رَنِّمُوا لِلرَّبِّ يَا أَتْقِيَاءَهُ، وَٱحْمَدُوا ذِكْرَ قُدْسِهِ. | ٤ 4 |
Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
| لِأَنَّ لِلَحْظَةٍ غَضَبَهُ. حَيَاةٌ فِي رِضَاهُ. عِنْدَ ٱلْمَسَاءِ يَبِيتُ ٱلْبُكَاءُ، وَفِي ٱلصَّبَاحِ تَرَنُّمٌ. | ٥ 5 |
For his anger [endureth but] a moment; in his favour [is] life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy [cometh] in the morning.
| وَأَنَا قُلْتُ فِي طُمَأْنِينَتِي: «لَا أَتَزَعْزَعُ إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ». | ٦ 6 |
And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
| يَارَبُّ، بِرِضَاكَ ثَبَّتَّ لِجَبَلِي عِزًّا. حَجَبْتَ وَجْهَكَ فَصِرْتُ مُرْتَاعًا. | ٧ 7 |
LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was troubled.
| إِلَيْكَ يَارَبُّ أَصْرُخُ، وإِلَى ٱلسَّيِّدِ أَتَضَرَّعُ | ٨ 8 |
I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.
| مَا ٱلْفَائِدَةُ مِنْ دَمِي إِذَا نَزَلْتُ إِلَى ٱلْحُفْرَةِ؟ هَلْ يَحْمَدُكَ ٱلتُّرَابُ؟ هَلْ يُخْبِرُ بِحَقِّكَ؟ | ٩ 9 |
What profit [is there] in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
| ٱسْتَمِعْ يَارَبُّ وَٱرْحَمْنِي. يَارَبُّ، كُنْ مُعِينًا لِي. | ١٠ 10 |
Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
| حَوَّلْتَ نَوْحِي إِلَى رَقْصٍ لِي. حَلَلْتَ مِسْحِي وَمَنْطَقْتَنِي فَرَحًا، | ١١ 11 |
Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
| لِكَيْ تَتَرَنَّمَ لَكَ رُوحِي وَلَا تَسْكُتَ. يَارَبُّ إِلَهِي، إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ أَحْمَدُكَ. | ١٢ 12 |
To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
