< المَزامِير 129 >

تَرْنِيمَةُ الْمَصَاعِدِ مَا أَكْثَرَ مَا ضَايَقُونِي فِي حَدَاثَتِي يَقُولُ إِسْرَائِيلُ. ١ 1
A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:
مَا أَكْثَرَ مَا ضَايَقُونِي فِي حَدَاثَتِي، لَكِنَّهُمْ لَمْ يَتَغَلَّبُوا عَلَيَّ. ٢ 2
Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.
جَرَحُوا ظَهْرِي جُرُوحاً عَمِيقَةً، فَصَارَ كَالأَتْلامِ (خُطُوطِ الْمِحْرَاثِ) الطَّوِيلَةِ فِي حَقْلٍ مَحْرُوثٍ. ٣ 3
Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.
الرَّبُّ عَادِلٌ، كَسَرَ أَغْلالَ عُبُودِيَّةِ الأَشْرَارِ. ٤ 4
YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.
فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيُدْبِرْ جَمِيعُ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ. ٥ 5
All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.
لِيَكُونُوا كَالْعُشْبِ النَّابِتِ عَلَى السُّطُوحِ، الَّذِي يَجِفُّ قَبْلَ أَنْ يَنْمُوَ، ٦ 6
They are as grass of the roofs, That withers before it was drawn out,
فَلَا يَمْلأُ الْحَاصِدُ مِنْهُ يَدَهُ، وَلَا الْحَازِمُ حِضْنَهُ. ٧ 7
That has not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.
وَلَا يَقُولُ عَابِرُو السَّبِيلِ لَهُمْ: «لِتَكُنْ عَلَيْكُمْ بَرَكَةُ الرَّبِّ: نُبَارِكُكُمْ بِاسْمِ الرَّبِّ». ٨ 8
And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”

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