Psalms 42
1 To the chief music-maker. Maschil. Of the sons of Korah. Like the desire of the roe for the water-streams, so is my soul's desire for you, O God.
| لِإِمَامِ ٱلْمُغَنِّينَ. قَصِيدَةٌ لِبَنِي قُورَحَ كَمَا يَشْتَاقُ ٱلْإِيَّلُ إِلَى جَدَاوِلِ ٱلْمِيَاهِ، هَكَذَا تَشْتَاقُ نَفْسِي إِلَيْكَ يَا ٱللهُ. | ١ |
2 My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?
| عَطِشَتْ نَفْسِي إِلَى ٱللهِ، إِلَى ٱلْإِلَهِ ٱلْحَيِّ. مَتَى أَجِيءُ وَأَتَرَاءَى قُدَّامَ ٱللهِ؟ | ٢ |
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
| صَارَتْ لِي دُمُوعِي خُبْزًا نَهَارًا وَلَيْلًا إِذْ قِيلَ لِي كُلَّ يَوْمٍ: «أَيْنَ إِلَهُكَ؟». | ٣ |
4 Let my soul be overflowing with grief when these things come back to my mind, how I went in company to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with the song of those who were keeping the feast.
| هَذِهِ أَذْكُرُهَا فَأَسْكُبُ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ: لِأَنِّي كُنْتُ أَمُرُّ مَعَ ٱلْجُمَّاعِ، أَتَدَرَّجُ مَعَهُمْ إِلَى بَيْتِ ٱللهِ بِصَوْتِ تَرَنُّمٍ وَحَمْدٍ، جُمْهُورٌ مُعَيِّدٌ. | ٤ |
5 Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
| لِمَاذَا أَنْتِ مُنْحَنِيَةٌ يَا نَفْسِي؟ وَلِمَاذَا تَئِنِّينَ فِيَّ؟ ٱرْتَجِي ٱللهَ، لِأَنِّي بَعْدُ أَحْمَدُهُ، لِأَجْلِ خَلَاصِ وَجْهِهِ. | ٥ |
6 My soul is crushed down in me, so I will keep you in mind; from the land of Jordan and of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.
| يَا إِلَهِي، نَفْسِي مُنْحَنِيَةٌ فِيَّ، لِذَلِكَ أَذْكُرُكَ مِنْ أَرْضِ ٱلْأُرْدُنِّ وَجِبَالِ حَرْمُونَ، مِنْ جَبَلِ مِصْعَرَ. | ٦ |
7 Deep is sounding to deep at the noise of your waterfalls; all your waves have gone rolling over me.
| غَمْرٌ يُنَادِي غَمْرًا عِنْدَ صَوْتِ مَيَازِيبِكَ. كُلُّ تَيَّارَاتِكَ وَلُجَجِكَ طَمَتْ عَلَيَّ. | ٧ |
8 But the Lord will send his mercy in the daytime, and in the night his song will be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
| بِٱلنَّهَارِ يُوصِي ٱلرَّبُّ رَحْمَتَهُ، وَبِاللَّيْلِ تَسْبِيحُهُ عِنْدِي صَلَاةٌ لِإِلَهِ حَيَاتِي. | ٨ |
9 I will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?
| أَقُولُ لِلهِ صَخْرَتِي: «لِمَاذَا نَسِيتَنِي؟ لِمَاذَا أَذْهَبُ حَزِينًا مِنْ مُضَايَقَةِ ٱلْعَدُوِّ؟». | ٩ |
10 The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
| بِسَحْقٍ فِي عِظَامِي عَيَّرَنِي مُضَايِقِيَّ، بِقَوْلِهِمْ لِي كُلَّ يَوْمٍ: «أَيْنَ إِلَهُكَ؟». | ١٠ |
11 Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
| لِمَاذَا أَنْتِ مُنْحَنِيَةٌ يَا نَفْسِي؟ وَلِمَاذَا تَئِنِّينَ فِيَّ؟ تَرَجَّيِ ٱللهَ، لِأَنِّي بَعْدُ أَحْمَدُهُ، خَلَاصَ وَجْهِي وَإِلَهِي. | ١١ |
