المَزامِير 30
| مَزْمُورٌ نَشِيدٌ بِمُنَاسَبَةِ تَدْشِينِ الْبَيْتِ. لِدَاوُدَ أُمَجِّدُكَ يَا رَبُّ لأَنَّكَ انْتَشَلْتَنِي وَلَمْ تَجْعَلْ أَعْدَائِي يَشْمَتُونَ بِي. | ١ 1 |
I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.
| يَا رَبُّ إِلَهِي اسْتَغَثْتُ بِكَ فَشَفَيْتَنِي | ٢ 2 |
O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.
| يَا رَبُّ، أَنْتَ انْتَشَلْتَ نَفْسِي مِنْ شَفَا الْهَاوِيَةِ. وَأَنْقَذْتَنِي مِنْ بَيْنِ الْمُنْحَدِرِينَ إِلَى عَالَمِ الأَمْوَاتِ. (Sheol h7585) | ٣ 3 |
O Jehovah, thou have brought up my soul from Sheol. Thou have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
| يَا أَتْقِيَاءَ الرَّبِّ رَنِّمُوا لَهُ، وَارْفَعُوا الشُّكْرَ لاسْمِهِ الْمُقَدَّسِ، | ٤ 4 |
Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.
| فَإِنَّ غَضَبَهُ يَدُومُ لِلَحْظَةٍ، أَمَّا رِضَاهُ فَمَدَى الْحَيَاةِ. يَبْقَى الْبُكَاءُ لِلَيْلَةٍ، أَمَّا فِي الصَّبَاحِ فَيَعُمُّ الابْتِهَاجُ. | ٥ 5 |
For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.
| وَأَنَا قُلْتُ فِي أَثْنَاءِ طُمَأْنِينَتِي: لَا أَتَزَعْزَعُ أَبَداً. | ٦ 6 |
As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
| أَنْتَ يَا رَبُّ قَدْ وَطَّدْتَ بِرِضَاكَ قُوَّتِي كَالْجَبَلِ الرَّاسِخِ، لَكِنْ حِينَ حَجَبْتَ وَجْهَكَ عَنِّي ارْتَعَبْتُ. | ٧ 7 |
Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.
| يَا رَبُّ إِلَيْكَ صَرَخْتُ، وَإِلَيْكَ يَا سَيِّدِي تَضَرَّعْتُ. | ٨ 8 |
I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.
| مَاذَا يُجْدِيكَ مَوْتِي وَنُزُولِي إِلَى الْقَبْرِ؟ أَيَسْتَطِيعُ تُرَابِي أَنْ يَحْمَدَكَ أَوْ يُحَدِّثَ بِأَمَانَتِكَ؟ | ٩ 9 |
What profit is there in my blood when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?
| اسْمَعْنِي يَا رَبُّ، وَارْحَمْنِي. كُنْ مُعِيناً لِي. | ١٠ 10 |
Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.
| حَوَّلْتَ نَوْحِي إِلَى رَقْصٍ. خَلَعْتَ عَنِّي مِسْحَ الْحِدَادِ وَكَسَوْتَنِي رِدَاءَ الْفَرَحِ. | ١١ 11 |
Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,
| لِتَتَرَنَّمْ لَكَ نَفْسِي وَلَا تَسْكُتْ، يَا رَبُّ إِلَهِي إِلَى الأَبَدِ أَحْمَدُكَ. | ١٢ 12 |
to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.
