المَزامِير 144

١ 1 مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ مُبَارَكٌ الرَّبُّ صَخْرَتِي، الَّذِي يُدَرِّبُ يَدَيَّ عَلَى الْقِتَالِ وَأَصَابِعِي عَلَى الْحَرْبِ.

[A Psalm] of David concerning Goliad. Blessed [be] the Lord my God, who instructs my hands for battle, [and] my fingers for war.

٢ 2 هُوَ رَحْمَتِي وَمَعْقِلِي، حِصْنِي وَمُنْقِذِي، تُرْسِي وَمُتَّكَلِي، وَالْمُخْضِعُ شَعْبِي لِي.

My mercy, and my refuge; my helper, and my deliverer; my protector, in whom I have trusted; who subdues my people under me.

٣ 3 يَا رَبُّ، مَنْ هُوَ الإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْبَأَ بِهِ وَابْنُ الإِنْسَانِ حَتَّى تَكْتَرِثَ لَهُ؟

Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou takest account of him?

٤ 4 إِنَّمَا الإِنْسَانُ أَشْبَهُ بِنَفْخَةٍ. أَيَّامُهُ كَظِلٍّ عَابِرٍ.

Man is like to vanity: his days pass as a shadow.

٥ 5 يَا رَبُّ طَأْطِئْ سَمَاوَاتِكَ وَانْزِلْ. الْمِسِ الْجِبَالَ فَتُدَخِّنَ.

O Lord, bow thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

٦ 6 أَرْسِلْ بُرُوقَكَ وَبَدِّدْهُمْ، أَطْلِقْ سِهَامَكَ النَّارِيَّةَ وَأَزْعِجْهُمْ.

Send lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: send forth thine arrows, and thou shalt discomfit them.

٧ 7 مُدَّ يَدَيْكَ مِنَ الْعَلاءِ. أَنْجِدْنِي وَأَنْقِذْنِي مِنْ لُجَجِ الْمِيَاهِ، مِنْ أَيْدِي الْغُرَبَاءِ،

Send forth thine hand from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hand of strange children;

٨ 8 الَّذِينَ نَطَقَتْ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِالكَذِبِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ زُورٍ.

whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity.

٩ 9 يَا اللهُ، أُرَنِّمُ لَكَ تَرْنِيمَةً جَدِيدَةً. أَشْدُو لَكَ عَلَى رَبَابٍ ذَاتِ عَشَرَةِ أَوْتَارٍ.

O God, I will sing a new song to thee: I will play to thee on a psaltery of ten strings.

١٠ 10 يَا مَنْ تُعْطِي الْمُلُوكَ خَلاصاً، وَتُنْقِذُ دَاوُدَ عَبْدَكَ مِنَ السَّيْفِ الْقَاتِلِ.

[Even] to him who gives salvation to kings: who redeems his servant David from the hurtful sword.

١١ 11 أَنْجِدْنِي وَأَنْقِذْنِي مِنْ أَيْدِي الْغُرَبَاءِ، الَّذِينَ تَنْطِقُ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِالْكَذِبِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ زُورٍ.

Deliver me, and rescue me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth has spoken vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of iniquity;

١٢ 12 حَتَّى يَكُونَ أَبْنَاؤُنَا كَأَغْرَاسٍ نَامِيَةٍ فِي حَدَاثَتِهَا، وَبَنَاتُنَا مِثْلَ أَعْمِدَةِ زَوَايَا الْقُصُورِ الْمَنْحُوتَةِ،

whose children are as plants, strengthened in their youth: their daughters are beautiful, sumptuously adorned after the similitude of a temple.

١٣ 13 وَمَخَازِنُنَا مَلآنَةً تَفِيضُ بِشَتَّى الأَصْنَافِ، وَأَغْنَامُنَا تُنْتِجُ أُلُوفاً، وَعَشَرَاتِ الأُلُوفِ فِي مَرَاعِينَا،

Their garners are full, and bursting with one kind of store after another; their sheep are prolific, multiplying in their streets.

١٤ 14 وَأَبْقَارُنَا حَامِلَةً، وَلَا يَكُونَ هُنَاكَ اقْتِحَامُ غَازٍ، وَلَا هُجُومُ عَدُوٍّ، وَلَا شَكْوَى خَصْمٍ فِي شَوَارِعِنَا.

Their oxen are fat: there is no falling down of a hedge, nor going out, nor cry in their folds.

١٥ 15 طُوبَى لِشَعْبٍ هَكَذا حَالَتُهُ. طُوبَى لِشَعْبٍ إِلَهُهُ الرَّبُّ.

Men bless the people to whom this lot belongs, [but] blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.