المَزامِير 102

١ 1 صَلاةُ الْمِسْكِينِ إِذَا أَعْيَا وَسَكَبَ شَكْوَاهُ أَمَامَ الرَّبِّ يَا رَبُّ اسْتَمِعْ صَلاتِي وَلْيَصِلْ إِلَيْكَ صُرَاخِي.

The prayer: for a weary and suffering person who pours out their grief to the Lord. Hear my prayer, O Lord; let my cry for help come to you.

٢ 2 لَا تَحْجُبْ وَجْهَكَ عَنِّي فِي يَوْمِ ضِيقِي، بَلْ أَمِلْ نَحْوِي أُذُنَكَ. اسْتَجِبْ لِي سَرِيعاً يَوْمَ أَدْعُوكَ،

Hide not your face from me in the day of my distress. Incline your ear to me: when I call, answer me speedily.

٣ 3 لأَنَّ أَيَّامِي قَدْ تَبَدَّدَتْ كَالدُّخَانِ، وَعِظَامِي اضْطَرَمَتْ كَالْوَقِيدِ.

For my days pass away like smoke: my bones are burned through as with fire.

٤ 4 قَلْبِي مَنْكُوبٌ وَيَابِسٌ كَالْعُشْبِ الْجَافِّ، حَتَّى غَفِلْتُ عَنْ أَكْلِ طَعَامِي.

My heart is scorched, withered like grass; I forget to eat my bread.

٥ 5 الْتَصَقَتْ عِظَامِي بِلَحْمِي مِنْ جَرَّاءِ أَنَّاتِي الْمُرْتَفِعَةِ.

By reason of my loud groaning, my flesh clings to my bones.

٦ 6 صِرْتُ أَشْبَهَ بِبَجْعِ الْبَرَارِي، وَمِثْلَ بُومَةِ الْخَرَائِبِ.

Like a desert-owl of the wilderness, like an owl among ruins am I.

٧ 7 أَرِقْتُ، وَصِرْتُ كَالْعُصْفُورِ الْمُنْفَرِدِ عَلَى السَّطْحِ.

I make my sleepless lament like a bird on the house-top alone.

٨ 8 عَيَّرَنِي أَعْدَائِي طُولَ النَّهَارِ، وَالسَّاخِرُونَ الْحَانِقُونَ عَلَيَّ، جَعَلُوا اسْمِي لَعْنَةً،

All the day wild foes revile me, using my name for a curse.

٩ 9 فَقَدْ أَكَلْتُ الرَّمَادَ كَالْخُبْزِ، وَمَزَجْتُ شَرَابِي بِالدُّمُوعِ،

For ashes have been my bread, and tears have been mixed with my cup.

١٠ 10 بِسَبَبِ غَضَبِكَ وَسَخَطِكَ لأَنَّكَ قَدْ رَفَعْتَنِي ثُمَّ طَرَحْتَنِي بِعُنْفٍ.

Because of your passionate anger, you did raise me, then hurl me to the ground.

١١ 11 عُمْرِي أَشْبَهُ بِظِلٍّ مُتَقَلِّصٍ، وَأَنَا مِثْلُ الْعُشْبِ أَذْوِي.

My days come to an end, shadows lengthen, I wither like grass.

١٢ 12 أَمَّا أَنْتَ يَا رَبُّ فَجَالِسٌ عَلَى عَرْشِكَ إِلَى الأَبَدِ، وَذِكْرُكَ بَاقٍ مَدَى الدَّهْرِ.

But you, O Lord, are enthroned forever, your fame endures to all generations.

١٣ 13 أَنْتَ تَقُومُ وَتَرْحَمُ صِهْيَوْنَ لأَنَّهُ قَدْ أَزِفَ وَقْتُ إِظْهَارِ رِضَاكَ،

You will arise and have pity on Zion; it’s time to be gracious; her hour has come.

١٤ 14 فَإِنَّ عَبِيدَكَ يُسَرُّونَ بِحِجَارَتِهَا، يَشْتَاقُونَ إِلَى ذَرَّاتِ تُرَابِهَا.

For even her stones are dear to your servants, even the dust of her ruins they look on with love.

١٥ 15 فَتَخْشَى الأُمَمُ اسْمَ الرَّبِّ، وَيَهَابُ جَمِيعُ مُلُوكِ الأَرْضِ مَجْدَكَ.

Then the nations will revere the name of the Lord and all the kings of the earth his glory,

١٦ 16 لأَنَّ الرَّبَّ بَنَى صِهْيَوْنَ وَتَجَلَّى فِي مَجْدِهِ.

when the Lord shall have built up Zion, and revealed himself in his glory,

١٧ 17 الْتَفَتَ إِلَى صَلاةِ الْبَائِسِينَ وَلَمْ يَرْفُضْ دُعَاءَ الْمُتَضَايِقِينَ.

in response to the prayer of the destitute, whose prayer he will not despise.

١٨ 18 يُكْتَبُ هَذَا لِلْجِيلِ الآتِي الَّذِي سَيُخْلَقُ فَيُسَبِّحُ الرَّبَّ.

Let this be recorded for ages to come, that the Lord may be praised by a people yet unborn.

١٩ 19 تَطَلَّعَ الرَّبُّ مِنْ عَلْيَاءِ مَقْدِسِهِ، مِنَ السَّمَاوَاتِ نَظَرَ إِلَى الأَرْضِ،

For he shall look down from his holy height, from the heavens the Lord will gaze on the earth,

٢٠ 20 لِيَسْمَعَ أَنِينَ شَعْبِهِ الأَسِيرِ وَيُحَرِّرَ الْمَقْضِيَّ عَلَيْهِمْ بِالْمَوْتِ.

to hear the groans of the prisoner, to free those who are doomed to die;

٢١ 21 لِكَيْ يُذَاعَ اسْمُ الرَّبِّ فِي صِهْيَوْنَ، وَيُسَبَّحَ أَيْضاً فِي أُورُشَلِيمَ،

that people may recount the Lord’s fame in Zion, and the praise of him in Jerusalem,

٢٢ 22 عِنْدَمَا تَجْتَمِعُ الشُّعُوبُ وَالْمَمَالِكُ جَمِيعاً لِيَعْبُدُوا الرَّبَّ.

when the nations are gathered together, and the kingdoms, to worship the Lord.

٢٣ 23 الرَّبُّ أَضْعَفَنِي وَأَنَا فِي رَيْعَانِ قُوَّتِي وَقَصَّرَ أَيَّامِي.

He has broken my strength on the way, he has shortened my days.

٢٤ 24 حَتَّى قُلْتُ: «يَا رَبُّ أَنْتَ حَيٌّ إِلَى الأَبَدِ. لَا تَقْصِفْنِي فِي مُنْتَصَفِ عُمْرِي، قَبْلَ أَنْ أَبْلُغَ الشَّيْخُوخَةَ.

I will say, “My God, take me not hence in the midst of my days. “Your years endure age after age.

٢٥ 25 مِنْ قِدَمٍ أَسَّسْتَ الأَرْضَ، وَالسَّمَاوَاتُ هِيَ صُنْعُ يَدَيْكَ.

Of old you have founded the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands.

٢٦ 26 هِيَ زَائِلَةٌ أَمَّا أَنْتَ فَبَاقٍ. تَبْلَى كُلُّهَا كَالثَّوْبِ. وَتَسْتَبْدِلُهَا كَمَا يُسْتَبْدَلُ الرِّدَاءُ القَدِيمُ بِالجَدِيدِ.

They shall perish; but you do stand. They shall all wax old like a garment, and change as a robe you will change them.

٢٧ 27 لَكِنَّكَ أَنْتَ الدَّائِمُ الْخَالِدُ، وَسِنُوكَ لَنْ تَنْتَهِيَ.

But you are the same, your years are endless.

٢٨ 28 أَبْنَاءُ عَبِيدِكَ يَدُومُونَ، وَنَسْلُهُمْ يَظَلُّ ثَابِتاً أَمَامَكَ».

The children of your servants abide, evermore shall their seed be before you.”