Psalms 124

1 A Song of degrees. Of David. If it had not been Jehovah who was for us — oh let Israel say —

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

2 If it had not been Jehovah who was for us, when men rose up against us,

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

3 Then they had swallowed us up alive, when their anger was kindled against us;

٣ إِذًا لَٱبْتَلَعُونَا أَحْيَاءً عِنْدَ ٱحْتِمَاءِ غَضَبِهِمْ عَلَيْنَا،

4 Then the waters had overwhelmed us, a torrent had gone over our soul;

٤ إِذًا لَجَرَفَتْنَا ٱلْمِيَاهُ، لَعَبَرَ ٱلسَّيْلُ عَلَى أَنْفُسِنَا.

5 Then the proud waters had gone over our soul.

٥ إِذًا لَعَبَرَتْ عَلَى أَنْفُسِنَا ٱلْمِيَاهُ ٱلطَّامِيَةُ».

6 Blessed be Jehovah, who gave us not up a prey to their teeth!

٦ مُبَارَكٌ ٱلرَّبُّ ٱلَّذِي لَمْ يُسْلِمْنَا فَرِيسَةً لِأَسْنَانِهِمْ.

7 Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: 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 name of Jehovah, the maker of heavens and earth.

٨ عَوْنُنَا بِٱسْمِ ٱلرَّبِّ، ٱلصَّانِعِ ٱلسَّمَاوَاتِ وَٱلْأَرْضَ.