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تَرْنِيمَةُ الْمَصَاعِدِ إِلَيْكَ رَفَعْتُ عَيْنَيَّ يَا سَاكِناً فِي السَّمَاوَاتِ. ١ 1
A Song of degrees. To thee 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 look to the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until he shall have mercy upon us.
ارْحَمْنَا يَا رَبُّ، ارْحَمْنَا، فَقَدْ شَبِعْنَا احْتِقَاراً. ٣ 3
Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
شَبِعَتْ نُفُوسُنَا كَثِيراً مِنْ هُزْءِ الْمُطْمَئِنِّينَ وَازْدِرَاءِ الْمُتَكَبِّرِينَ. ٤ 4
Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.

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