< المَزامِير 123 >
تَرْنِيمَةُ الْمَصَاعِدِ إِلَيْكَ رَفَعْتُ عَيْنَيَّ يَا سَاكِناً فِي السَّمَاوَاتِ. | ١ 1 |
“A song of the degrees.” Unto thee do I lift up my eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
كَمَا تَتَعَلَّقُ عُيُونُ الْعَبِيدِ بِأَيْدِي سَادَتِهِمْ، وَعَيْنَا الْجَارِيَةِ بِيَدِ سَيِّدَتِهَا، هَكَذَا تَتَعَلَّقُ أَنْظَارُنَا بِالرَّبِّ إِلَهِنَا حَتَّى يَتَحَنَّنَ عَلَيْنَا. | ٢ 2 |
Behold, as the eyes of servants are directed unto the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress: thus are our eyes directed unto the Lord our God, until he be gracious unto us.
ارْحَمْنَا يَا رَبُّ، ارْحَمْنَا، فَقَدْ شَبِعْنَا احْتِقَاراً. | ٣ 3 |
Be gracious unto us, O Lord! be gracious unto us; for we are overburdened with contempt.
شَبِعَتْ نُفُوسُنَا كَثِيراً مِنْ هُزْءِ الْمُطْمَئِنِّينَ وَازْدِرَاءِ الْمُتَكَبِّرِينَ. | ٤ 4 |
Our soul is overburdened with the scorn of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud oppressors.