المَزامِير 42
| لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ. مَزْمُورٌ تَعْلِيمِيٌّ لِبَنِي قُورَحَ مِثْلَمَا تَشْتَاقُ الْغِزْلانُ إِلَى جَدَاوِلِ الْمِيَاهِ، هَكَذَا تَشْتَاقُ نَفْسِي إِلَيْكَ يَا اللهُ. | ١ 1 |
To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so my soul panteth after thee, O God.
| نَفْسِي عَطْشَى إِلَى اللهِ الإِلَهِ الْحَيِّ، فَمَتَى أَجِيءُ وَأَمْثُلُ أَمَامَ اللهِ؟ | ٢ 2 |
My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
| قَدْ صَارَتْ دُمُوعِي طَعَامِي الْوَحِيدَ نَهَاراً وَلَيْلاً، إِذْ قِيلَ لِي كُلَّ يَوْمٍ: «أَيْنَ إِلَهُكَ؟» | ٣ 3 |
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say to me, Where is thy God?
| حِينَ أَتَأَمَّلُ فِي نَفْسِي تُعَاوِدُنِي هَذِهِ الذِّكْرَى: كَيْفَ كُنْتُ أُرَافِقُ حُشُودَ الْعَابِدِينَ الْمُحْتَفِلِينَ بِالْعِيدِ وَأَقُودُهُمْ فِي الْحُضُورِ إِلَى بَيْتِ اللهِ، هَاتِفاً مَعَهُمْ فَرَحاً وَحَمْداً. | ٤ 4 |
When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holy day.
| لِمَاذَا أَنْتِ مُكْتَئِبَةٌ يَا نَفْسِي؟ وَلِمَاذَا أَنْتِ قَلِقَةٌ فِي دَاخِلِي؟ تَرَجَّيِ اللهَ، فَإِنِّي سَأَظَلُّ أَحْمَدُهُ، لأَنَّهُ عَوْنِي وَإِلَهِي. | ٥ 5 |
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
| إِلَهِي، إِنَّ نَفْسِي مُكْتَئِبَةٌ فِيَّ، لِذَلِكَ أَذْكُرُكَ مِنْ وَادِي الأُرْدُنِّ، وَمِنْ جِبَالِ حَرْمُونَ، وَمِنْ جَبَلِ مِصْعَرَ. | ٦ 6 |
O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar.
| أَمْوَاجُ النَّكَبَاتِ تَوَالَتْ عَلَيَّ كَمَا تَتَوَالَى مِيَاهُ شَلالاتِكَ. | ٧ 7 |
Deep calleth to deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
| يُبْدِي الرَّبُّ لِي رَحْمَتَهُ فِي النَّهَارِ، وَفِي اللَّيْلِ تُرَافِقُنِي تَرْنِيمَتُهُ، صَلاةٌ لإِلَهِ حَيَاتِي. | ٨ 8 |
Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer to the God of my life.
| أَقُولُ لِلهِ صَخْرَتِي: «لِمَاذَا نَسِيتَنِي؟ لِمَاذَا أَطُوفُ نَائِحاً مِنْ مُضَايَقَةِ الْعَدُوِّ؟» | ٩ 9 |
I will say to God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
| لَقَدْ عَيَّرَنِي مُضَايِقِيَّ وَسَحَقُوا عِظَامِي، إِذْ يَقُولُونَ لِي طُولَ النَّهَارِ: «أَيْنَ إِلَهُكَ؟» | ١٠ 10 |
As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily to me, Where is thy God?
| لِمَاذَا أَنْتِ مُكْتَئِبَةٌ يَا نَفْسِي، وَلِمَاذَا أَنْتِ قَلِقَةٌ؟ تَرَجَّيِ اللهَ، فَإِنِّي سَأَظَلُّ أَحْمَدُهُ، لأَنَّهُ عَوْنِي وَإِلَهِي. | ١١ 11 |
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
