< اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 43 >
اِقْضِ لِي يَا ٱللهُ، وَخَاصِمْ مُخَاصَمَتِي مَعَ أُمَّةٍ غَيْرِ رَاحِمَةٍ، وَمِنْ إِنْسَانِ غِشٍّ وَظُلْمٍ نَجِّنِي. | ١ 1 |
Right me, defend my cause against a pitiless people. From the crafty and crooked, O God, deliver me.
لِأَنَّكَ أَنْتَ إِلَهُ حِصْنِي. لِمَاذَا رَفَضْتَنِي؟ لِمَاذَا أَتَمَشَّى حَزِينًا مِنْ مُضَايَقَةِ ٱلْعَدُوِّ؟ | ٢ 2 |
For you are God my protector: why have you cast me off? Why must I walk so sadly, so hard pressed by the foe?
أَرْسِلْ نُورَكَ وَحَقَّكَ، هُمَا يَهْدِيَانِنِي وَيَأْتِيَانِبِي إِلَى جَبَلِ قُدْسِكَ وَإِلَى مَسَاكِنِكَ. | ٣ 3 |
Send forth your light and your truth, let them be my guides: to your holy hill let them bring me, to the place where you live.
فَآتِي إِلَى مَذْبَحِ ٱللهِ، إِلَى ٱللهِ بَهْجَةِ فَرَحِي، وَأَحْمَدُكَ بِٱلْعُودِ يَا ٱللهُ إِلَهِي. | ٤ 4 |
Then will I go to God’s altar, to God my rejoicing; and with joy on the lyre I will praise you, O God, my God.
لِمَاذَا أَنْتِ مُنْحَنِيَةٌ يَا نَفْسِي؟ وَلِمَاذَا تَئِنِّينَ فِيَّ؟ تَرَجَّيِ ٱللهَ، لِأَنِّي بَعْدُ أَحْمَدُهُ، خَلَاصَ وَجْهِي وَإِلَهِي. | ٥ 5 |
Why am I downcast? Why this moaning within me? Hope in God; for yet will I praise him, my help, my God.