< Psalms 144 >

1 A Psalm. Of David. Praise be to the God of my strength, teaching my hands the use of the sword, and my fingers the art of fighting:
لِدَاوُدَ مُبَارَكٌ ٱلرَّبُّ صَخْرَتِي، ٱلَّذِي يُعَلِّمُ يَدَيَّ ٱلْقِتَالَ وَأَصَابِعِي ٱلْحَرْبَ.١
2 He is my strength, and my Rock; my high tower, and my saviour; my keeper and my hope: he gives me authority over my people.
رَحْمَتِي وَمَلْجَإِي، صَرْحِي وَمُنْقِذِي، مِجَنِّي وَٱلَّذِي عَلَيْهِ تَوَكَّلْتُ، ٱلْمُخْضِعُ شَعْبِي تَحْتِي.٢
3 Lord, what is man, that you keep him in mind? or the son of man that you take him into account?
يَارَبُّ، أَيُّ شَيْءٍ هُوَ ٱلْإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْرِفَهُ، أَوِ ٱبْنُ ٱلْإِنْسَانِ حَتَّى تَفْتَكِرَ بِهِ؟٣
4 Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
ٱلْإِنْسَانُ أَشْبَهَ نَفْخَةً. أَيَّامُهُ مِثْلُ ظِلٍّ عَابِرٍ.٤
5 Come down, O Lord, from your heavens: at your touch let the mountains give out smoke.
يَارَبُّ، طَأْطِئْ سَمَاوَاتِكَ وَٱنْزِلِ. ٱلْمِسِ ٱلْجِبَالَ فَتُدَخِّنَ.٥
6 With your storm-flames send them in flight: send out your arrows for their destruction.
أَبْرِقْ بُرُوقًا وَبَدِّدْهُمْ. أَرْسِلْ سِهَامَكَ وَأَزْعِجْهُمْ.٦
7 Put out your hand from on high; make me free, take me safely out of the great waters, and out of the hands of strange men;
أَرْسِلْ يَدَكَ مِنَ ٱلْعَلَاءِ. أَنْقِذْنِي وَنَجِّنِي مِنَ ٱلْمِيَاهِ ٱلْكَثِيرَةِ، مِنْ أَيْدِي ٱلْغُرَبَاءِ٧
8 In whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
ٱلَّذِينَ تَكَلَّمَتْ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِٱلْبَاطِلِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ كَذِبٍ.٨
9 I will make a new song to you, O God; I will make melody to you on an instrument of ten cords.
يَا ٱللهُ، أُرَنِّمُ لَكَ تَرْنِيمَةً جَدِيدَةً. بِرَبَابٍ ذَاتِ عَشَرَةِ أَوْتَارٍ أُرَنِّمُ لَكَ.٩
10 It is God who gives salvation to kings; and who kept his servant David from the wounding sword.
ٱلْمُعْطِي خَلَاصًا لِلْمُلُوكِ. ٱلْمُنْقِذُ دَاوُدَ عَبْدَهُ مِنَ ٱلسَّيْفِ ٱلسُّوءِ.١٠
11 Make me free, and take me out of the hands of strange men, in whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
أَنْقِذْنِي وَنَجِّنِي مِنْ أَيْدِي ٱلْغُرَبَاءِ، ٱلَّذِينَ تَكَلَّمَتْ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِٱلْبَاطِلِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ كَذِبٍ.١١
12 Our sons are like tall young plants; and our daughters like the shining stones of a king's house;
لِكَيْ يَكُونَ بَنُونَا مِثْلَ ٱلْغُرُوسِ ٱلنَّامِيَةِ فِي شَبِيبَتِهَا. بَنَاتُنَا كَأَعْمِدَةِ ٱلزَّوَايَا مَنْحُوتَاتٍ حَسَبَ بِنَاءِ هَيْكَلٍ.١٢
13 Our store-houses are full of all good things; and our sheep give birth to thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
أَهْرَاؤُنَا مَلآنَةً تَفِيضُ مِنْ صِنْفٍ فَصِنْفٍ. أَغْنَامُنَا تُنْتِجُ أُلُوفًا وَرِبْوَاتٍ فِي شَوَارِعِنَا.١٣
14 Our oxen are well weighted down; our cows give birth safely; there is no going out, and there is no cry of sorrow in our open places.
بَقَرُنَا مُحَمَّلَةً. لَا ٱقْتِحَامَ وَلَا هُجُومَ، وَلَا شَكْوَى فِي شَوَارِعِنَا.١٤
15 Happy is the nation whose ways are so ordered: yes, happy is the nation whose God is the Lord.
طُوبَى لِلشَّعْبِ ٱلَّذِي لَهُ كَهَذَا. طُوبَى لِلشَّعْبِ ٱلَّذِي ٱلرَّبُّ إِلَهُهُ.١٥

< Psalms 144 >