اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 64

١ 1 لِإِمَامِ ٱلْمُغَنِّينَ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ اِسْتَمِعْ يَا ٱللهُ صَوْتِي فِي شَكْوَايَ. مِنْ خَوْفِ ٱلْعَدُوِّ ٱحْفَظْ حَيَاتِي.

To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. Hear, O God, my voice when I complain, From dread peril by the foe, wilt thou guard my life.

٢ 2 ٱسْتُرْنِي مِنْ مُؤَامَرَةِ ٱلْأَشْرَارِ، مِنْ جُمْهُورِ فَاعِلِي ٱلْإِثْمِ،

Wilt thou hide me, From the conclave of evil-doers, From the crowd of workers of iniquity.

٣ 3 ٱلَّذِينَ صَقَلُوا أَلْسِنَتَهُمْ كَٱلسَّيْفِ. فَوَّقُوا سَهْمَهُمْ كَلَامًا مُرًّا،

Who have sharpened, like a sword, their tongue, Have made ready their arrow—a bitter word;

٤ 4 لِيَرْمُوا ٱلْكَامِلَ فِي ٱلْمُخْتَفَى بَغْتَةً. يَرْمُونَهُ وَلَا يَخْشَوْنَ.

To shoot, in secret places, at the blameless one, Suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.

٥ 5 يُشَدِّدُونَ أَنْفُسَهُمْ لِأَمْرٍ رَدِيءٍ. يَتَحَادَثُونَ بِطَمْرِ فِخَاخٍ. قَالُوا: «مَنْ يَرَاهُمْ؟».

They strengthen for them a wicked word, They talk of hiding snares, They have said, Who can see them?

٦ 6 يَخْتَرِعُونَ إِثْمًا، تَمَّمُوا ٱخْتِرَاعًا مُحْكَمًا. وَدَاخِلُ ٱلْإِنْسَانِ وَقَلْبُهُ عَمِيقٌ.

They devise perverse things, They have completed the device well devised, Both the intent of each one, and the mind, are unsearchable.

٧ 7 فَيَرْمِيهِمِ ٱللهُ بِسَهْمٍ. بَغْتَةً كَانَتْ ضَرْبَتُهُمْ.

Once let God have shot at them an arrow, Suddenly have appeared their own wounds!

٨ 8 وَيُوقِعُونَ أَلْسِنَتَهُمْ عَلَى أَنْفُسِهِمْ. يُنْغِضُ ٱلرَّأْسَ كُلُّ مَنْ يَنْظُرُ إِلَيْهِمْ.

When they were to have ruined another, their tongue smote themselves, All who observe them take flight.

٩ 9 وَيَخْشَى كُلُّ إِنْسَانٍ، وَيُخْبِرُ بِفِعْلِ ٱللهِ، وَبِعَمَلِهِ يَفْطَنُونَ.

Therefore have all men feared, —And have told the doing of God, And, his work, have considered.

١٠ 10 يَفْرَحُ ٱلصِّدِّيقُ بِٱلرَّبِّ وَيَحْتَمِي بِهِ، وَيَبْتَهِجُ كُلُّ ٱلْمُسْتَقِيمِي ٱلْقُلُوبِ.

The righteous man shall rejoice in Yahweh, and seek refuge in him, Then shall glory—all who are upright in heart.