المَزامِير 88
| تَسْبِيحَةٌ: مَزْمُورٌ لِبَنِي قُورَحَ. لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ عَلَى النَّايِ الْحَزِينِ لِلْغِنَاءِ الْخَافِتِ. قَصِيدَةٌ تَعْلِيمِيَّةٌ لِهَيْمَانَ الأَزْرَاحِيِّ يَا رَبُّ يَا إِلَهَ خَلاصِي، أَمَامَكَ أَصْرُخُ نَهَاراً وَلَيْلاً. | ١ 1 |
[A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Suffering of Affliction." A contemplation by Heman, the Ezrahite.] LORD, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.
| لِتَأْتِ صَلاتِي أَمَامَكَ، أَمِلْ أُذُنَكَ إِلَى صَرْخَتِي، | ٢ 2 |
Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
| فَإِنَّ نَفْسِي شَبِعَتْ مَصَائِبَ، وَحَيَاتِي تَقْتَرِبُ مِنَ الْمَوْتِ. (Sheol h7585) | ٣ 3 |
For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
| حُسِبْتُ فِي عِدَادِ الْهَابِطِينَ إِلَى قَعْرِ هُوَّةِ الْمَوْتِ، وَكَرَجُلٍ لَا قُوَّةَ لَهُ. | ٤ 4 |
I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
| تَرَكُونِي أَمُوتُ كَقَتْلَى الْحَرْبِ الْمُمَدَّدِينَ فِي الْقَبْرِ، الَّذِينَ لَا تَعُودُ تَذْكُرُهُمْ وَتَكُفُّ يَدَكَ عَنْ إِغَاثَتِهِمْ. | ٥ 5 |
set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
| قَدْ طَرَحْتَنِي فِي الْهُوَّةِ السُّفْلَى، فِي الأَمَاكِنِ الْمُظْلِمَةِ وَالْعَمِيقَةِ. | ٦ 6 |
You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
| اسْتَقَرَّ علَيَّ غَضَبُكَ، وَبِأَمْوَاجِكَ الطَّامِيَةِ ذَلَّلْتَنِي. | ٧ 7 |
Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. (Selah)
| أَبْعَدْتَ عَنِّي أَصْحَابِي، وَجَعَلْتَنِي عَاراً عِنْدَهُمْ. قَدْ حُبِسْتُ فَلَا نَجَاةَ لِي. | ٨ 8 |
You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.
| كَلَّتْ عَيْنَايَ مِنْ فَرْطِ البُكَاءِ. إِيَّاكَ يَا رَبُّ دَعَوْتُ كُلَّ يَوْمٍ بَاسِطاً إِلَيْكَ يَدَيَّ. | ٩ 9 |
My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.
| هَلْ تَصْنَعُ عَجَائِبَ لِلأَمْوَاتِ، أَمْ تَقُومُ أَشْبَاحُ الْمَوْتَى فَتُمَجِّدَكَ؟ | ١٠ 10 |
Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the dead rise up and praise you? (Selah)
| أَفِي الْقَبْرِ تُعْلَنُ رَحْمَتُكَ، وَفِي الْهَاوِيَةِ أَمَانَتُكَ؟ | ١١ 11 |
Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
| هَلْ فِي الظَّلامِ تُعْرَفُ عَجَائِبُكَ، وَفِي أَرْضِ النِّسْيَانِ يَظْهَرُ بِرُّكَ؟ | ١٢ 12 |
Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
| أَمَّا أَنَا فَإِلَيْكَ أَصْرُخُ مُسْتَغِيثاً يَا رَبُّ، وَفِي الصَّبَاحِ تَمْثُلُ صَلاتِي أَمَامَكَ. | ١٣ 13 |
But to you, LORD, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
| لِمَاذَا يَا رَبُّ تَرْفُضُ نَفْسِي، وَتَحْجُبُ عَنِّي وَجْهَكَ؟ | ١٤ 14 |
LORD, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
| إِنَّنِي مِسْكِينٌ، وَمُشْرِفٌ عَلَى الْمَوْتِ مُنْذُ صِبَايَ، وَقَدْ قَاسَيْتُ أَهْوَالَكَ، وَذُهِلْتُ. | ١٥ 15 |
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
| اجْتَاحَنِي غَضَبُكَ الشَّدِيدُ وَأَفْنَتْنِي أَهْوَالُكَ. | ١٦ 16 |
Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
| أَحَاطَتْ بِي طُولَ النَّهَارِ كَالْمِيَاهِ وَأَطْبَقَتْ عَلَيَّ كُلُّهَا. | ١٧ 17 |
They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
| فَرَّقْتَ عَنِّي الأَصْدِقَاءَ فَصَارَ الظَّلامُ مُلازِماً لِي. | ١٨ 18 |
You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
