Psalms 124

1 A Song of Ascents. By David. If it had not been the LORD who was on our side, let Israel now say,

١ تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ. لِدَاوُدَ «لَوْلَا ٱلرَّبُّ ٱلَّذِي كَانَ لَنَا». لِيَقُلْ إِسْرَائِيلُ:

2 if it had not been the LORD who was on our side, when men rose up against us,

٢ «لَوْلَا ٱلرَّبُّ ٱلَّذِي كَانَ لَنَا عِنْدَ مَا قَامَ ٱلنَّاسُ عَلَيْنَا،

3 then they would have swallowed us up alive, when their wrath was kindled against us,

٣ إِذًا لَٱبْتَلَعُونَا أَحْيَاءً عِنْدَ ٱحْتِمَاءِ غَضَبِهِمْ عَلَيْنَا،

4 then the waters would have overwhelmed us, the stream would have gone over our soul.

٤ إِذًا لَجَرَفَتْنَا ٱلْمِيَاهُ، لَعَبَرَ ٱلسَّيْلُ عَلَى أَنْفُسِنَا.

5 Then the proud waters would have gone over our soul.

٥ إِذًا لَعَبَرَتْ عَلَى أَنْفُسِنَا ٱلْمِيَاهُ ٱلطَّامِيَةُ».

6 Blessed be the LORD, who has not given us as a prey to their teeth.

٦ مُبَارَكٌ ٱلرَّبُّ ٱلَّذِي لَمْ يُسْلِمْنَا فَرِيسَةً لِأَسْنَانِهِمْ.

7 Our soul has escaped like a bird out of the fowler’s snare. The snare is broken, and we have escaped.

٧ ٱنْفَلَتَتْ أَنْفُسُنَا مِثْلَ ٱلْعُصْفُورِ مِنْ فَخِّ ٱلصَّيَّادِينَ. ٱلْفَخُّ ٱنْكَسَرَ، وَنَحْنُ ٱنْفَلَتْنَا.

8 Our help is in the LORD’s name, who made heaven and earth.

٨ عَوْنُنَا بِٱسْمِ ٱلرَّبِّ، ٱلصَّانِعِ ٱلسَّمَاوَاتِ وَٱلْأَرْضَ.