Psalms 4
1 To the chief music-maker on corded instruments. A Psalm. Of David. Give answer to my cry, O God of my righteousness; make me free from my troubles; have mercy on me, and give ear to my prayer.
| لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ عَلَى الآلاتِ الْوَتَرِيَّةِ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ اسْتَجِبْ لِي عِنْدَمَا أَدْعُوكَ يَا إِلَهَ بِرِّي، فَقَدْ أَفْرَجْتَ لِي دَوْماً فِي الضِّيقِ، فَأَنْعِمْ عَلَيَّ وَأَصْغِ إِلَى صَلاتِي. | ١ |
2 O you sons of men, how long will you go on turning my glory into shame? how long will you give your love to foolish things, going after what is false? (Selah)
| إِلَى مَتَى يَا بَنِي الْبَشَرِ تُحَوِّلُونَ مَجْدِي عَاراً؟ وَإِلَى مَتَى تُحِبُّونَ الأُمُورَ البَاطِلَةَ، وَتَسْعَوْنَ وَرَاءَ الأَكَاذِيبِ؟ | ٢ |
3 See how the Lord has made great his mercy for me; the Lord will give ear to my cry.
| اعْلَمُوا أَنَّ الرَّبَّ قَدْ مَيَّزَ لِنَفْسِهِ تَقِيَّهُ؛ الرَّبُّ يَسْمَعُ عِنْدَمَا أَدْعُوهُ. | ٣ |
4 Let there be fear in your hearts, and do no sin; have bitter feelings on your bed, but make no sound. (Selah)
| ارْتَعِدُوا وَلَا تُخْطِئُوا. فَكِّرُوا فِي قُلُوبِكُمْ عَلَى مَضَاجِعِكُمْ مُلْتَزِمِين الصَّمْتَ. | ٤ |
5 Give the offerings of righteousness, and put your faith in the Lord.
| قَدِّمُوا ذَبَائِحَ الْبِرِّ، وَاتَّكِلُوا عَلَى الرَّبِّ. | ٥ |
6 There are numbers who say, Who will do us any good? the light of his face has gone from us.
| مَا أَكْثَرَ الْمُتَسَائِلِينَ: «مَنْ يُرِينَا خَيْراً؟» أَشْرِقْ عَلَيْنَا أَيُّهَا الرَّبُّ بِنُورِ وَجْهِكَ. | ٦ |
7 Lord, you have put joy in my heart, more than they have when their grain and their wine are increased.
| غَرَسْتَ فِي قَلْبِي فَرَحاً أَعْظَمَ مِنْ فَرَحِ مَنِ امْتَلَأَتْ بُيُوتُهُمْ وَأَجْرَانُهُمْ بِالْحِنْطَةِ وَالْخَمْرِ الْجَدِيدَةِ. | ٧ |
8 I will take my rest on my bed in peace, because you only, Lord, keep me safe.
| بِسَلامٍ أَضْطَجِعُ وَأَنَامُ، لأَنَّكَ أَنْتَ وَحْدَكَ يَا رَبُّ تُنْعِمُ عَلَيَّ بِالطُّمَأْنِينَةِ وَالسَّلامِ. | ٨ |
