< المَزامِير 144 >
مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ مُبَارَكٌ الرَّبُّ صَخْرَتِي، الَّذِي يُدَرِّبُ يَدَيَّ عَلَى الْقِتَالِ وَأَصَابِعِي عَلَى الْحَرْبِ. | ١ 1 |
Blessed be the LORD my strength which teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
هُوَ رَحْمَتِي وَمَعْقِلِي، حِصْنِي وَمُنْقِذِي، تُرْسِي وَمُتَّكَلِي، وَالْمُخْضِعُ شَعْبِي لِي. | ٢ 2 |
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdues my people under me.
يَا رَبُّ، مَنْ هُوَ الإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْبَأَ بِهِ وَابْنُ الإِنْسَانِ حَتَّى تَكْتَرِثَ لَهُ؟ | ٣ 3 |
LORD, what is man, that you take knowledge of him! or the son of man, that you make account of him!
إِنَّمَا الإِنْسَانُ أَشْبَهُ بِنَفْخَةٍ. أَيَّامُهُ كَظِلٍّ عَابِرٍ. | ٤ 4 |
Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
يَا رَبُّ طَأْطِئْ سَمَاوَاتِكَ وَانْزِلْ. الْمِسِ الْجِبَالَ فَتُدَخِّنَ. | ٥ 5 |
Bow your heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
أَرْسِلْ بُرُوقَكَ وَبَدِّدْهُمْ، أَطْلِقْ سِهَامَكَ النَّارِيَّةَ وَأَزْعِجْهُمْ. | ٦ 6 |
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out your arrows, and destroy them.
مُدَّ يَدَيْكَ مِنَ الْعَلاءِ. أَنْجِدْنِي وَأَنْقِذْنِي مِنْ لُجَجِ الْمِيَاهِ، مِنْ أَيْدِي الْغُرَبَاءِ، | ٧ 7 |
Send your hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
الَّذِينَ نَطَقَتْ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِالكَذِبِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ زُورٍ. | ٨ 8 |
Whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
يَا اللهُ، أُرَنِّمُ لَكَ تَرْنِيمَةً جَدِيدَةً. أَشْدُو لَكَ عَلَى رَبَابٍ ذَاتِ عَشَرَةِ أَوْتَارٍ. | ٩ 9 |
I will sing a new song unto you, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto you.
يَا مَنْ تُعْطِي الْمُلُوكَ خَلاصاً، وَتُنْقِذُ دَاوُدَ عَبْدَكَ مِنَ السَّيْفِ الْقَاتِلِ. | ١٠ 10 |
It is he that gives salvation unto kings: who delivers David his servant from the hurtful sword.
أَنْجِدْنِي وَأَنْقِذْنِي مِنْ أَيْدِي الْغُرَبَاءِ، الَّذِينَ تَنْطِقُ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِالْكَذِبِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ زُورٍ. | ١١ 11 |
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
حَتَّى يَكُونَ أَبْنَاؤُنَا كَأَغْرَاسٍ نَامِيَةٍ فِي حَدَاثَتِهَا، وَبَنَاتُنَا مِثْلَ أَعْمِدَةِ زَوَايَا الْقُصُورِ الْمَنْحُوتَةِ، | ١٢ 12 |
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the embodiment of a palace:
وَمَخَازِنُنَا مَلآنَةً تَفِيضُ بِشَتَّى الأَصْنَافِ، وَأَغْنَامُنَا تُنْتِجُ أُلُوفاً، وَعَشَرَاتِ الأُلُوفِ فِي مَرَاعِينَا، | ١٣ 13 |
That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
وَأَبْقَارُنَا حَامِلَةً، وَلَا يَكُونَ هُنَاكَ اقْتِحَامُ غَازٍ، وَلَا هُجُومُ عَدُوٍّ، وَلَا شَكْوَى خَصْمٍ فِي شَوَارِعِنَا. | ١٤ 14 |
That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
طُوبَى لِشَعْبٍ هَكَذا حَالَتُهُ. طُوبَى لِشَعْبٍ إِلَهُهُ الرَّبُّ. | ١٥ 15 |
Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.