المَزامِير 11

١ 1 لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ إِلَى الرَّبِّ الْتَجَأْتُ، فَكَيْفَ تَقُولُونَ لِنَفْسِي: «اهْرُبُوا إِلَى جِبَالِكُمْ كَعُصْفُورٍ؟»

For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?

٢ 2 هُوَذَا الأَشْرَارُ يَشُدُّونَ أَقْوَاسَهُمْ، فَوَّقُوا سِهَاماً فِي أَوْتَارِهَا، لِيُطْلِقُوهَا فِي الظَّلامِ عَلَى ذَوِي الْقُلُوبِ الْمُسْتَقِيمَةِ.

For, lo, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

٣ 3 إِذَا تَقَوَّضَتِ الأَسَاسَاتُ، فَمَاذَا يَعْمَلُ الصِّدِّيقُ؟

If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?

٤ 4 مَازَالَ الرَّبُّ فِي هَيْكَلِهِ الْمُقَدَّسِ. الرَّبُّ فِي السَّمَاءِ عَرْشُهُ. تُبْصِرُ عَيْنَاهُ بَنِي آدَمَ، وَتَتَقَصَّاهُمْ أَجْفَانُهُ.

The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD, his throne is in heaven; his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

٥ 5 يَمْتَحِنُ الرَّبُّ الصِّدِّيقَ، وَلَكِنَّ نَفْسَهُ تَمْقُتُ الشِّرِّيرَ وَمُحِبَّ الظُّلْمِ.

The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

٦ 6 يُمْطِرُ عَلَى الأَشْرَارِ جَمْراً وَكِبْرِيتاً وَتَكُونُ الرِّيحُ الْمُحْرِقَةُ نَصِيبَهُمْ.

Upon the wicked he shall rain snares; fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

٧ 7 لأَنَّ الرَّبَّ عَادِلٌ، وَيُحِبُّ الإِنْصَافَ، وَيُبْصِرُ الْمُسْتَقِيمُونَ وَجْهَهُ.

For the LORD is righteous; he loveth righteousness: the upright shall behold his face.