Psalms 109
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. God, the one I praise, please don't remain silent,
| لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ – مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ يَا اللهُ، يَا مَنْ أُسَبِّحُهُ، لَا تَعْتَصِمْ بِالصَّمْتِ. | ١ |
2 because wicked and deceitful people are attacking me, telling lies about me.
| فَقَدْ فَغَرَ أَشْرَارٌ مُخَادِعُونَ أَفْوَاهَهُمْ ضِدِّي، وَتَقَوَّلُوا عَلَيَّ بِالكَذِبِ، | ٢ |
3 They surround me with words of hate, fighting against me for no reason.
| يُحَاصِرُونَنِي بِكَلامِ بُغْضٍ، وَيُهَاجِمُونَنِي مِنْ غَيْرِ عِلَّةٍ. | ٣ |
4 I love them, but they respond with hostility towards me, even while I'm praying for them!
| يُبَادِلُونَ مَحَبَّتِي بِخِصَامٍ، أَمَّا أَنَا فَأُصَلِّي مِنْ أَجْلِهِمْ. | ٤ |
5 They pay me back with evil instead of good, with hatred instead of love.
| يُجَازُونَنِي شَرّاً مُقَابِلَ خَيْرِي، وَبُغْضاً بَدَلَ حُبِّي. | ٥ |
6 “Appoint someone wicked over him. Have someone stand as an accuser against him.
| وَلِّ عَلَى عَدُوِّي قَاضِياً ظَالِماً، وَلْيَقِفْ خَصْمُهُ عَنْ يَمِينِهِ يَتَّهِمُهُ جَوْراً. | ٦ |
7 When he is judged and sentenced, may he be found guilty. Let his prayers be counted as sins.
| عِنْدَ مُحَاكَمَتِهِ لِيَثْبُتْ عَلَيْهِ ذَنْبُهُ، وَلْتُحْسَبْ لَهُ صَلاتُهُ خَطِيئَةً. | ٧ |
8 May his life be short; let someone else take over his position.
| لِتَقْصُرْ أَيَّامُهُ وَلْيَتَوَلَّ وَظِيفَتَهُ آخَرُ. | ٨ |
9 May his children be left fatherless, and his wife become a widow.
| لِيَتَيَتَّمْ بَنُوهُ وَتَتَرَمَّلْ زَوْجَتُهُ. | ٩ |
10 May his children be homeless, wandering beggars, driven from their ruined houses.
| لِيَتَشَرَّدْ بَنُوهُ وَيَسْتَعْطُوا، وَلْيَلْتَمِسُوا قُوتَهُمْ بَعِيداً عَنْ خَرَائِبِ سُكْنَاهُمْ. | ١٠ |
11 May creditors seize all that he owns; may strangers take all that he worked for.
| لِيَسْتَرْهِنِ الْمُدَايِنُ كُلَّ مُمْتَلَكَاتِهِ، وَلْيَنْهَبِ الْغُرَبَاءُ ثِمَارَ تَعَبِهِ. | ١١ |
12 May no one be kind to him; may no one take pity on his fatherless children.
| لِيَنْقَرِضْ مَنْ يَتَرَاءَفُ عَلَيْهِ، وَلْيَنْقَطِعْ مَنْ يَتَحَنَّنُ عَلَى أَيْتَامِهِ. | ١٢ |
13 May his descendants die; may his family name be wiped out in the next generation.
| لِيَنْقَرِضْ نَسْلُهُ وَلْيُمْحَ اسْمُهُمْ مِنَ الْجِيلِ الْقَادِمِ. | ١٣ |
14 May the Lord be reminded of the sins of his fathers; may his mother's sins not be blotted out.
| لِيَذْكُرِ الرَّبُّ إِثْمَ آبَائِهِ، وَلَا يَغْفِرْ خَطِيئَةَ أُمِّهِ. | ١٤ |
15 May their sins be constantly before the Lord; may his name be totally forgotten by people.
| لِتَمْثُلْ خَطَايَاهُمْ أَمَامَ الرَّبِّ دَائِماً كَيْ يَسْتَأْصِلَ مِنَ الأَرْضِ ذِكْرَهُمْ. | ١٥ |
16 For he didn't think to be kind to others, instead he harassed and killed the poor, the needy, the brokenhearted.
| لأَنَّهُ تَغَافَلَ عَنْ إِبْدَاءِ الرَّحْمَةِ، بَلْ تَعَقَّبَ الفَقِيرَ الْمُنْسَحِقَ الْقَلْبِ، لِيُمِيتَهُ. | ١٦ |
17 He loved to put a curse on others—let it come back on him. He had no time for blessings—so may he never receive any.
| أَحَبَّ اللَّعْنَةَ فَلَحِقَتْ بِهِ، وَلَمْ يُسَرَّ بِالْبَرَكَةِ فَابْتَعَدَتْ عَنْهُ. | ١٧ |
18 He cursed as often as he got dressed. May his curses go into him like the water he drinks, like the olive oil he rubs on his skin that enters his bones.
| اكْتَسَى اللَّعْنَةَ كَرِدَاءٍ، فَتَسَرَّبَتْ إِلَى بَاطِنِهِ كَالْمِيَاهِ وَإِلَى عِظَامِهِ كَالزَّيْتِ. | ١٨ |
19 May his curses stick to him like clothing, may they be pulled tight around him like a belt.”
| فَلْتَكُنْ لَهُ كَرِدَاءٍ يَتَلَفَّعُ بِهِ، وَكَحِزَامٍ يَتَنَطَّقُ بِهِ دَائِماً. | ١٩ |
20 May all this be the punishment of the Lord on my enemies, on those who speak evil of me.
| هَذِهِ أُجْرَةُ مُبْغِضِيَّ مِنْ عِنْدِ الرَّبِّ، النَّاطِقِينَ شَرّاً عَلَى نَفْسِي. | ٢٠ |
21 But treat me well, Lord God, because of your own reputation. Save me because you are faithful and good.
| أَمَّا أَنْتَ أَيُّهَا الرَّبُّ السَّيِّدُ فَأَحْسِنْ إِلَيَّ مِنْ أَجْلِ اسْمِكَ، وَأَنْقِذْنِي لأَنَّ رَحْمَتَكَ صَالِحَةٌ. | ٢١ |
22 For I am poor and needy, and my heart is breaking.
| فَإِنِّي فَقِيرٌ وَمِسْكِينٌ وَقَلْبِي جَرِيحٌ فِي دَاخِلِي. | ٢٢ |
23 I am fading away like an evening shadow; I am like a locust that is shaken off.
| قَدْ تَلاشَيْتُ كَالظِّلِّ عِنْدَ الْمَغِيبِ، وَانْتَفَضْتُ كَجَرَادَةٍ. | ٢٣ |
24 I am so weak from lack of food that my legs give way; my body is just skin and bones.
| وَهَنَتْ رُكْبَتَايَ مِنَ الصَّوْمِ، وَهُزِلَ جَسَدِي كَثِيراً. | ٢٤ |
25 People ridicule me—they look at me and shake their heads!
| صِرْتُ عِنْدَهُمْ عَاراً، يَنْظُرُونَ إِلَيَّ فَيَهُزُّونَ رُؤُوسَهُمْ شَامِتِينَ. | ٢٥ |
26 Help me, Lord my God; save me because of your trustworthy love.
| أَعِنِّي يَا رَبُّ يَا إِلَهِي، خَلِّصْنِي بِمُقْتَضَى رَحْمَتِكَ. | ٢٦ |
27 May they recognize that this is what you are doing—that you are the one who saves me.
| فَيُدْرِكُوا أَنَّ هَذِهِ هِيَ يَدُكَ، وَأَنَّكَ أَنْتَ يَا رَبُّ قَدْ فَعَلْتَ هَذَا الأَمْرَ. | ٢٧ |
28 When they curse me, you will bless me. When they attack me, you will defeat them. And I, your servant, will be happy.
| هُمْ يَلْعَنُونَنِي أَمَّا أَنْتَ فَتُبَارِكُنِي. لِيَخْزَ المُشْتَكُونَ عَلَيَّ، فَأَفْرَحَ أَنَا عَبْدَكَ. | ٢٨ |
29 May those who accuse me be clothed with disgrace; may they cover themselves with a cloak of shame.
| لِيَكْتَسِ خُصُومِي خَجَلاً، وَلْيَتَلَفَّعُوا بِخِزْيِهِمْ كَالرِّدَاءِ. | ٢٩ |
30 But I will keep on thanking the Lord, praising him to everyone around me.
| بِهُتَافٍ أَرْفَعُ لِلرَّبِّ شُكْراً عَظِيماً، وَفِي وَسَطِ جُمْهُورٍ غَفِيرٍ أُسَبِّحُهُ. | ٣٠ |
31 For he takes a stand to defend the needy, to save them from those who condemn them.
| لأَنَّهُ يَقِفُ عَنْ يَمِينِ المَظْلُومِ لِيُخَلِّصَهُ مِنَ الْحَاكِمِينَ عَلَيْهِ بِالْمَوْتِ. | ٣١ |
