Psalms 42
1 For the end, [a Psalm] for instruction, for the sons of Core. As the hart earnestly desires the fountains of water, so my soul earnestly longs for thee, O God.
| لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ. مَزْمُورٌ تَعْلِيمِيٌّ لِبَنِي قُورَحَ مِثْلَمَا تَشْتَاقُ الْغِزْلانُ إِلَى جَدَاوِلِ الْمِيَاهِ، هَكَذَا تَشْتَاقُ نَفْسِي إِلَيْكَ يَا اللهُ. | ١ |
2 My soul has thirsted for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
| نَفْسِي عَطْشَى إِلَى اللهِ الإِلَهِ الْحَيِّ، فَمَتَى أَجِيءُ وَأَمْثُلُ أَمَامَ اللهِ؟ | ٢ |
3 My tears have been bread to me day and night, while they daily said to me, Where is thy God?
| قَدْ صَارَتْ دُمُوعِي طَعَامِي الْوَحِيدَ نَهَاراً وَلَيْلاً، إِذْ قِيلَ لِي كُلَّ يَوْمٍ: «أَيْنَ إِلَهُكَ؟» | ٣ |
4 I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, for I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, [even] to the house of God, with a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.
| حِينَ أَتَأَمَّلُ فِي نَفْسِي تُعَاوِدُنِي هَذِهِ الذِّكْرَى: كَيْفَ كُنْتُ أُرَافِقُ حُشُودَ الْعَابِدِينَ الْمُحْتَفِلِينَ بِالْعِيدِ وَأَقُودُهُمْ فِي الْحُضُورِ إِلَى بَيْتِ اللهِ، هَاتِفاً مَعَهُمْ فَرَحاً وَحَمْداً. | ٤ |
5 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the salvation of my countenance.
| لِمَاذَا أَنْتِ مُكْتَئِبَةٌ يَا نَفْسِي؟ وَلِمَاذَا أَنْتِ قَلِقَةٌ فِي دَاخِلِي؟ تَرَجَّيِ اللهَ، فَإِنِّي سَأَظَلُّ أَحْمَدُهُ، لأَنَّهُ عَوْنِي وَإِلَهِي. | ٥ |
6 O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
| إِلَهِي، إِنَّ نَفْسِي مُكْتَئِبَةٌ فِيَّ، لِذَلِكَ أَذْكُرُكَ مِنْ وَادِي الأُرْدُنِّ، وَمِنْ جِبَالِ حَرْمُونَ، وَمِنْ جَبَلِ مِصْعَرَ. | ٦ |
7 Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.
| أَمْوَاجُ النَّكَبَاتِ تَوَالَتْ عَلَيَّ كَمَا تَتَوَالَى مِيَاهُ شَلالاتِكَ. | ٧ |
8 By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest [it] by night: with me [is] prayer to the God of my life.
| يُبْدِي الرَّبُّ لِي رَحْمَتَهُ فِي النَّهَارِ، وَفِي اللَّيْلِ تُرَافِقُنِي تَرْنِيمَتُهُ، صَلاةٌ لإِلَهِ حَيَاتِي. | ٨ |
9 I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses [me]?
| أَقُولُ لِلهِ صَخْرَتِي: «لِمَاذَا نَسِيتَنِي؟ لِمَاذَا أَطُوفُ نَائِحاً مِنْ مُضَايَقَةِ الْعَدُوِّ؟» | ٩ |
10 While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is thy God?
| لَقَدْ عَيَّرَنِي مُضَايِقِيَّ وَسَحَقُوا عِظَامِي، إِذْ يَقُولُونَ لِي طُولَ النَّهَارِ: «أَيْنَ إِلَهُكَ؟» | ١٠ |
11 Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; [he is] the health of my countenance, and my God.
| لِمَاذَا أَنْتِ مُكْتَئِبَةٌ يَا نَفْسِي، وَلِمَاذَا أَنْتِ قَلِقَةٌ؟ تَرَجَّيِ اللهَ، فَإِنِّي سَأَظَلُّ أَحْمَدُهُ، لأَنَّهُ عَوْنِي وَإِلَهِي. | ١١ |
