Psalms 102
1 A prayer from someone who is suffering and is tired out, pouring out their troubles to the Lord. Lord please hear my prayer, my cry for help!
| صَلاةُ الْمِسْكِينِ إِذَا أَعْيَا وَسَكَبَ شَكْوَاهُ أَمَامَ الرَّبِّ يَا رَبُّ اسْتَمِعْ صَلاتِي وَلْيَصِلْ إِلَيْكَ صُرَاخِي. | ١ |
2 Don't hide your face from me in my time of trouble! Turn and listen to me, and answer me quickly when I call.
| لَا تَحْجُبْ وَجْهَكَ عَنِّي فِي يَوْمِ ضِيقِي، بَلْ أَمِلْ نَحْوِي أُذُنَكَ. اسْتَجِبْ لِي سَرِيعاً يَوْمَ أَدْعُوكَ، | ٢ |
3 My life is disappearing like smoke; my body feels like it's on fire!
| لأَنَّ أَيَّامِي قَدْ تَبَدَّدَتْ كَالدُّخَانِ، وَعِظَامِي اضْطَرَمَتْ كَالْوَقِيدِ. | ٣ |
4 I'm like grass that's dried up, withered away—I even forget to eat!
| قَلْبِي مَنْكُوبٌ وَيَابِسٌ كَالْعُشْبِ الْجَافِّ، حَتَّى غَفِلْتُ عَنْ أَكْلِ طَعَامِي. | ٤ |
5 All my groaning has worn me out; my bones show through my skin.
| الْتَصَقَتْ عِظَامِي بِلَحْمِي مِنْ جَرَّاءِ أَنَّاتِي الْمُرْتَفِعَةِ. | ٥ |
6 I'm like a desert owl, like a little owl among the ruins.
| صِرْتُ أَشْبَهَ بِبَجْعِ الْبَرَارِي، وَمِثْلَ بُومَةِ الْخَرَائِبِ. | ٦ |
7 I can't sleep. I'm like a lonely bird on a rooftop.
| أَرِقْتُ، وَصِرْتُ كَالْعُصْفُورِ الْمُنْفَرِدِ عَلَى السَّطْحِ. | ٧ |
8 My enemies taunt me all day long. They mock me and swear at me.
| عَيَّرَنِي أَعْدَائِي طُولَ النَّهَارِ، وَالسَّاخِرُونَ الْحَانِقُونَ عَلَيَّ، جَعَلُوا اسْمِي لَعْنَةً، | ٨ |
9 Ashes are the food I eat; my tears drip into my drink,
| فَقَدْ أَكَلْتُ الرَّمَادَ كَالْخُبْزِ، وَمَزَجْتُ شَرَابِي بِالدُّمُوعِ، | ٩ |
10 because of your anger and hostility, for you have picked me up and tossed me away.
| بِسَبَبِ غَضَبِكَ وَسَخَطِكَ لأَنَّكَ قَدْ رَفَعْتَنِي ثُمَّ طَرَحْتَنِي بِعُنْفٍ. | ١٠ |
11 My life is fading away like a shadow that lengthens—I'm withering away like grass.
| عُمْرِي أَشْبَهُ بِظِلٍّ مُتَقَلِّصٍ، وَأَنَا مِثْلُ الْعُشْبِ أَذْوِي. | ١١ |
12 But you, Lord, reign forever, your fame will last for all generations.
| أَمَّا أَنْتَ يَا رَبُّ فَجَالِسٌ عَلَى عَرْشِكَ إِلَى الأَبَدِ، وَذِكْرُكَ بَاقٍ مَدَى الدَّهْرِ. | ١٢ |
13 You will take action and have pity on Jerusalem, for it's time to be kind to the city, the time has come.
| أَنْتَ تَقُومُ وَتَرْحَمُ صِهْيَوْنَ لأَنَّهُ قَدْ أَزِفَ وَقْتُ إِظْهَارِ رِضَاكَ، | ١٣ |
14 For the people who follow you love its stones; they value even its dust!
| فَإِنَّ عَبِيدَكَ يُسَرُّونَ بِحِجَارَتِهَا، يَشْتَاقُونَ إِلَى ذَرَّاتِ تُرَابِهَا. | ١٤ |
15 Then the nations will be in awe of who you are, Lord; all the kings of the earth will be in awe of your glory.
| فَتَخْشَى الأُمَمُ اسْمَ الرَّبِّ، وَيَهَابُ جَمِيعُ مُلُوكِ الأَرْضِ مَجْدَكَ. | ١٥ |
16 For the Lord will rebuild Jerusalem; he will appear in glory.
| لأَنَّ الرَّبَّ بَنَى صِهْيَوْنَ وَتَجَلَّى فِي مَجْدِهِ. | ١٦ |
17 He will pay attention to the prayers of the homeless; he will not disregard their requests.
| الْتَفَتَ إِلَى صَلاةِ الْبَائِسِينَ وَلَمْ يَرْفُضْ دُعَاءَ الْمُتَضَايِقِينَ. | ١٧ |
18 Let this be recorded for generations to come, so that people yet to be born may praise the Lord:
| يُكْتَبُ هَذَا لِلْجِيلِ الآتِي الَّذِي سَيُخْلَقُ فَيُسَبِّحُ الرَّبَّ. | ١٨ |
19 The Lord looked down from above, from the heights of his holy place; he looked down from heaven to the earth,
| تَطَلَّعَ الرَّبُّ مِنْ عَلْيَاءِ مَقْدِسِهِ، مِنَ السَّمَاوَاتِ نَظَرَ إِلَى الأَرْضِ، | ١٩ |
20 to respond to the groans of prisoners, to set free the children of death.
| لِيَسْمَعَ أَنِينَ شَعْبِهِ الأَسِيرِ وَيُحَرِّرَ الْمَقْضِيَّ عَلَيْهِمْ بِالْمَوْتِ. | ٢٠ |
21 As a result the wonderful nature of the Lord will be celebrated with praise in Jerusalem,
| لِكَيْ يُذَاعَ اسْمُ الرَّبِّ فِي صِهْيَوْنَ، وَيُسَبَّحَ أَيْضاً فِي أُورُشَلِيمَ، | ٢١ |
22 when the people of many kingdoms gather together to worship the Lord.
| عِنْدَمَا تَجْتَمِعُ الشُّعُوبُ وَالْمَمَالِكُ جَمِيعاً لِيَعْبُدُوا الرَّبَّ. | ٢٢ |
23 But as for me, he broke my health while I was still young, cutting my life short.
| الرَّبُّ أَضْعَفَنِي وَأَنَا فِي رَيْعَانِ قُوَّتِي وَقَصَّرَ أَيَّامِي. | ٢٣ |
24 I cried out, “My God, don't take my life while I'm young! You are the one who lives forever.
| حَتَّى قُلْتُ: «يَا رَبُّ أَنْتَ حَيٌّ إِلَى الأَبَدِ. لَا تَقْصِفْنِي فِي مُنْتَصَفِ عُمْرِي، قَبْلَ أَنْ أَبْلُغَ الشَّيْخُوخَةَ. | ٢٤ |
25 Long ago you created the earth; you made the heavens.
| مِنْ قِدَمٍ أَسَّسْتَ الأَرْضَ، وَالسَّمَاوَاتُ هِيَ صُنْعُ يَدَيْكَ. | ٢٥ |
26 They will come to an end, but you will not. They will all wear out, like clothes—you will change them, and throw them away.
| هِيَ زَائِلَةٌ أَمَّا أَنْتَ فَبَاقٍ. تَبْلَى كُلُّهَا كَالثَّوْبِ. وَتَسْتَبْدِلُهَا كَمَا يُسْتَبْدَلُ الرِّدَاءُ القَدِيمُ بِالجَدِيدِ. | ٢٦ |
27 But you are the one who always is; your years never come to an end.
| لَكِنَّكَ أَنْتَ الدَّائِمُ الْخَالِدُ، وَسِنُوكَ لَنْ تَنْتَهِيَ. | ٢٧ |
28 Our children will live with you, and our children's children will grow in your presence.”
| أَبْنَاءُ عَبِيدِكَ يَدُومُونَ، وَنَسْلُهُمْ يَظَلُّ ثَابِتاً أَمَامَكَ». | ٢٨ |
