< المَزامِير 30 >
مَزْمُورٌ نَشِيدٌ بِمُنَاسَبَةِ تَدْشِينِ الْبَيْتِ. لِدَاوُدَ أُمَجِّدُكَ يَا رَبُّ لأَنَّكَ انْتَشَلْتَنِي وَلَمْ تَجْعَلْ أَعْدَائِي يَشْمَتُونَ بِي. | ١ 1 |
A Psalm. A song for the dedication of the temple. Of David. I will exalt You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up and have not allowed my foes to rejoice over me.
يَا رَبُّ إِلَهِي اسْتَغَثْتُ بِكَ فَشَفَيْتَنِي | ٢ 2 |
O LORD my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.
يَا رَبُّ، أَنْتَ انْتَشَلْتَ نَفْسِي مِنْ شَفَا الْهَاوِيَةِ. وَأَنْقَذْتَنِي مِنْ بَيْنِ الْمُنْحَدِرِينَ إِلَى عَالَمِ الأَمْوَاتِ. (Sheol ) | ٣ 3 |
O LORD, You pulled me up from Sheol; You spared me from descending into the Pit. (Sheol )
يَا أَتْقِيَاءَ الرَّبِّ رَنِّمُوا لَهُ، وَارْفَعُوا الشُّكْرَ لاسْمِهِ الْمُقَدَّسِ، | ٤ 4 |
Sing to the LORD, O you His saints, and praise His holy name.
فَإِنَّ غَضَبَهُ يَدُومُ لِلَحْظَةٍ، أَمَّا رِضَاهُ فَمَدَى الْحَيَاةِ. يَبْقَى الْبُكَاءُ لِلَيْلَةٍ، أَمَّا فِي الصَّبَاحِ فَيَعُمُّ الابْتِهَاجُ. | ٥ 5 |
For His anger is fleeting, but His favor lasts a lifetime. Weeping may stay the night, but joy comes in the morning.
وَأَنَا قُلْتُ فِي أَثْنَاءِ طُمَأْنِينَتِي: لَا أَتَزَعْزَعُ أَبَداً. | ٦ 6 |
In prosperity I said, “I will never be shaken.”
أَنْتَ يَا رَبُّ قَدْ وَطَّدْتَ بِرِضَاكَ قُوَّتِي كَالْجَبَلِ الرَّاسِخِ، لَكِنْ حِينَ حَجَبْتَ وَجْهَكَ عَنِّي ارْتَعَبْتُ. | ٧ 7 |
O LORD, You favored me; You made my mountain stand strong. When You hid Your face, I was dismayed.
يَا رَبُّ إِلَيْكَ صَرَخْتُ، وَإِلَيْكَ يَا سَيِّدِي تَضَرَّعْتُ. | ٨ 8 |
To You, O LORD, I called, and I begged my Lord for mercy:
مَاذَا يُجْدِيكَ مَوْتِي وَنُزُولِي إِلَى الْقَبْرِ؟ أَيَسْتَطِيعُ تُرَابِي أَنْ يَحْمَدَكَ أَوْ يُحَدِّثَ بِأَمَانَتِكَ؟ | ٩ 9 |
“What gain is there in my bloodshed, in my descent to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your faithfulness?
اسْمَعْنِي يَا رَبُّ، وَارْحَمْنِي. كُنْ مُعِيناً لِي. | ١٠ 10 |
Hear me, O LORD, and have mercy; O LORD, be my helper.”
حَوَّلْتَ نَوْحِي إِلَى رَقْصٍ. خَلَعْتَ عَنِّي مِسْحَ الْحِدَادِ وَكَسَوْتَنِي رِدَاءَ الْفَرَحِ. | ١١ 11 |
You turned my mourning into dancing; You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
لِتَتَرَنَّمْ لَكَ نَفْسِي وَلَا تَسْكُتْ، يَا رَبُّ إِلَهِي إِلَى الأَبَدِ أَحْمَدُكَ. | ١٢ 12 |
that my heart may sing Your praises and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks forever.