اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 42
| لِإِمَامِ ٱلْمُغَنِّينَ. قَصِيدَةٌ لِبَنِي قُورَحَ كَمَا يَشْتَاقُ ٱلْإِيَّلُ إِلَى جَدَاوِلِ ٱلْمِيَاهِ، هَكَذَا تَشْتَاقُ نَفْسِي إِلَيْكَ يَا ٱللهُ. | ١ 1 |
To the Chief Musician. An Instructive Psalm for the Sons of Korah. As, the hart, cometh panting up to the channels of water, So my soul, panteth for thee, O God.
| عَطِشَتْ نَفْسِي إِلَى ٱللهِ، إِلَى ٱلْإِلَهِ ٱلْحَيِّ. مَتَى أَجِيءُ وَأَتَرَاءَى قُدَّامَ ٱللهِ؟ | ٢ 2 |
My soul thirsteth for God, for a GOD who liveth, —When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?
| صَارَتْ لِي دُمُوعِي خُبْزًا نَهَارًا وَلَيْلًا إِذْ قِيلَ لِي كُلَّ يَوْمٍ: «أَيْنَ إِلَهُكَ؟». | ٣ 3 |
My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
| هَذِهِ أَذْكُرُهَا فَأَسْكُبُ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ: لِأَنِّي كُنْتُ أَمُرُّ مَعَ ٱلْجُمَّاعِ، أَتَدَرَّجُ مَعَهُمْ إِلَى بَيْتِ ٱللهِ بِصَوْتِ تَرَنُّمٍ وَحَمْدٍ، جُمْهُورٌ مُعَيِّدٌ. | ٤ 4 |
These things, I keep calling to mind, and pouring out, over me, my own soul, For I used to cross over with a crowd, Lead them in procession up to the house of God, With the voice of shouting and praise.—a throng keeping festival.
| لِمَاذَا أَنْتِ مُنْحَنِيَةٌ يَا نَفْسِي؟ وَلِمَاذَا تَئِنِّينَ فِيَّ؟ ٱرْتَجِي ٱللهَ، لِأَنِّي بَعْدُ أَحْمَدُهُ، لِأَجْلِ خَلَاصِ وَجْهِهِ. | ٥ 5 |
Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And [why] shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.
| يَا إِلَهِي، نَفْسِي مُنْحَنِيَةٌ فِيَّ، لِذَلِكَ أَذْكُرُكَ مِنْ أَرْضِ ٱلْأُرْدُنِّ وَجِبَالِ حَرْمُونَ، مِنْ جَبَلِ مِصْعَرَ. | ٦ 6 |
My God! over myself, my soul is cast down, —For this cause, will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
| غَمْرٌ يُنَادِي غَمْرًا عِنْدَ صَوْتِ مَيَازِيبِكَ. كُلُّ تَيَّارَاتِكَ وَلُجَجِكَ طَمَتْ عَلَيَّ. | ٧ 7 |
Roaring deep unto roaring deep, is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, have passed.
| بِٱلنَّهَارِ يُوصِي ٱلرَّبُّ رَحْمَتَهُ، وَبِاللَّيْلِ تَسْبِيحُهُ عِنْدِي صَلَاةٌ لِإِلَهِ حَيَاتِي. | ٨ 8 |
By day, will Yahweh command his lovingkindness, And, in the night, shall His song be with me, My prayer be to the GOD of my life.
| أَقُولُ لِلهِ صَخْرَتِي: «لِمَاذَا نَسِيتَنِي؟ لِمَاذَا أَذْهَبُ حَزِينًا مِنْ مُضَايَقَةِ ٱلْعَدُوِّ؟». | ٩ 9 |
I will say onto GOD, —my rock, Wherefore hast thou forgotten me? Wherefore in gloom should I go, because of oppression by the enemy?
| بِسَحْقٍ فِي عِظَامِي عَيَّرَنِي مُضَايِقِيَّ، بِقَوْلِهِمْ لِي كُلَّ يَوْمٍ: «أَيْنَ إِلَهُكَ؟». | ١٠ 10 |
With a crushing of my bones, have my adversaries reproached me, —While they keep saying unto me all the day, Where is thy God?
| لِمَاذَا أَنْتِ مُنْحَنِيَةٌ يَا نَفْسِي؟ وَلِمَاذَا تَئِنِّينَ فِيَّ؟ تَرَجَّيِ ٱللهَ، لِأَنِّي بَعْدُ أَحْمَدُهُ، خَلَاصَ وَجْهِي وَإِلَهِي. | ١١ 11 |
Why shouldst thou be sat down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence and my God.
