Psalms 104
1 Bless, O my soul, YHWH! YHWH, my God, You have been very great, You have put on splendor and majesty.
| بَارِكِي يَا نَفْسِي ٱلرَّبَّ. يَارَبُّ إِلَهِي، قَدْ عَظُمْتَ جِدًّا. مَجْدًا وَجَلَالًا لَبِسْتَ. | ١ |
2 Covering Himself [with] light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain,
| ٱللَّابِسُ ٱلنُّورَ كَثَوْبٍ، ٱلْبَاسِطُ ٱلسَّمَاوَاتِ كَشُقَّةٍ. | ٢ |
3 Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,
| ٱلْمُسَقِّفُ عَلَالِيَهُ بِٱلْمِيَاهِ. ٱلْجَاعِلُ ٱلسَّحَابَ مَرْكَبَتَهُ، ٱلْمَاشِي عَلَى أَجْنِحَةِ ٱلرِّيحِ. | ٣ |
4 Making His messengers—the winds, His ministers—the flaming fire.
| ٱلصَّانِعُ مَلَائِكَتَهُ رِيَاحًا، وَخُدَّامَهُ نَارًا مُلْتَهِبَةً. | ٤ |
5 He has founded earth on its bases, It is not moved for all time and forever.
| ٱلْمُؤَسِّسُ ٱلْأَرْضَ عَلَى قَوَاعِدِهَا فَلَا تَتَزَعْزَعُ إِلَى ٱلدَّهْرِ وَٱلْأَبَدِ. | ٥ |
6 The abyss! You have covered it as with clothing, Waters stand above hills.
| كَسَوْتَهَا ٱلْغَمْرَ كَثَوْبٍ. فَوْقَ ٱلْجِبَالِ تَقِفُ ٱلْمِيَاهُ. | ٦ |
7 They flee from Your rebuke, They hurry away from the voice of Your thunder.
| مِنِ ٱنْتِهَارِكَ تَهْرُبُ، مِنْ صَوْتِ رَعْدِكَ تَفِرُّ. | ٧ |
8 They go up hills—they go down valleys, To a place You have founded for them.
| تَصْعَدُ إِلَى ٱلْجِبَالِ. تَنْزِلُ إِلَى ٱلْبِقَاعِ، إِلَى ٱلْمَوْضِعِ ٱلَّذِي أَسَّسْتَهُ لَهَا. | ٨ |
9 You have set a border, they do not pass over, They do not turn back to cover the earth.
| وَضَعْتَ لَهَا تَخْمًا لَا تَتَعَدَّاهُ. لَا تَرْجِعُ لِتُغَطِّيَ ٱلْأَرْضَ. | ٩ |
10 He is sending forth fountains in valleys, They go on between hills.
| اَلْمُفَجِّرُ عُيُونًا فِي ٱلْأَوْدِيَةِ. بَيْنَ ٱلْجِبَالِ تَجْرِي. | ١٠ |
11 They water every beast of the field, Wild donkeys break their thirst.
| تَسْقِي كُلَّ حَيَوَانِ ٱلْبَرِّ. تَكْسِرُ ٱلْفِرَاءُ ظَمْأَهَا. | ١١ |
12 The bird of the heavens dwells by them, From between the branches They give forth the voice.
| فَوْقَهَا طُيُورُ ٱلسَّمَاءِ تَسْكُنُ. مِنْ بَيْنِ ٱلْأَغْصَانِ تُسَمِّعُ صَوْتًا. | ١٢ |
13 Watering hills from His upper chambers, The earth is satisfied from the fruit of Your works.
| ٱلسَّاقِي ٱلْجِبَالَ مِنْ عَلَالِيهِ. مِنْ ثَمَرِ أَعْمَالِكَ تَشْبَعُ ٱلْأَرْضُ. | ١٣ |
14 Causing grass to spring up for livestock, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,
| ٱلْمُنْبِتُ عُشْبًا لِلْبَهَائِمِ، وَخُضْرَةً لِخِدْمَةِ ٱلْإِنْسَانِ، لِإِخْرَاجِ خُبْزٍ مِنَ ٱلْأَرْضِ، | ١٤ |
15 And wine—it makes the heart of man glad, To cause the face to shine from oil, And bread—it supports the heart of man.
| وَخَمْرٍ تُفَرِّحُ قَلْبَ ٱلْإِنْسَانِ، لِإِلْمَاعِ وَجْهِهِ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ ٱلزَّيْتِ، وَخُبْزٍ يُسْنِدُ قَلْبَ ٱلْإِنْسَانِ. | ١٥ |
16 The trees of YHWH [are] satisfied, Cedars of Lebanon that He has planted,
| تَشْبَعُ أَشْجَارُ ٱلرَّبِّ، أَرْزُ لُبْنَانَ ٱلَّذِي نَصَبَهُ. | ١٦ |
17 Where birds make nests, The stork—the firs [are] her house.
| حَيْثُ تُعَشِّشُ هُنَاكَ ٱلْعَصَافِيرُ. أَمَّا ٱللَّقْلَقُ فَٱلسَّرْوُ بَيْتُهُ. | ١٧ |
18 The high hills [are] for wild goats, rocks [are] a refuge for hyraxes,
| ٱلْجِبَالُ ٱلْعَالِيَةُ لِلْوُعُولِ، ٱلصُّخُورُ مَلْجَأٌ لِلْوِبَارِ. | ١٨ |
19 He made the moon for seasons, The sun has known his place of entrance.
| صَنَعَ ٱلْقَمَرَ لِلْمَوَاقِيتِ. ٱلشَّمْسُ تَعْرِفُ مَغْرِبَهَا. | ١٩ |
20 You set darkness, and it is night, Every beast of the forest creeps in it.
| تَجْعَلُ ظُلْمَةً فَيَصِيرُ لَيْلٌ. فِيهِ يَدِبُّ كُلُّ حَيَوَانِ ٱلْوَعْرِ. | ٢٠ |
21 The young lions are roaring for prey, And to seek their food from God.
| ٱلْأَشْبَالُ تُزَمْجِرُ لِتَخْطَفَ، وَلِتَلْتَمِسَ مِنَ ٱللهِ طَعَامَهَا. | ٢١ |
22 The sun rises, they are gathered, And they crouch in their dens.
| تُشْرِقُ ٱلشَّمْسُ فَتَجْتَمِعُ، وَفِي مَآوِيهَا تَرْبِضُ. | ٢٢ |
23 Man goes forth to his work, And to his service—until evening.
| ٱلْإِنْسَانُ يَخْرُجُ إِلَى عَمَلِهِ، وَإِلَى شُغْلِهِ إِلَى ٱلْمَسَاءِ. | ٢٣ |
24 How many have been Your works, O YHWH, You have made all of them in wisdom, The earth is full of your possessions.
| مَا أَعْظَمَ أَعْمَالَكَ يَارَبُّ! كُلَّهَا بِحِكْمَةٍ صَنَعْتَ. مَلْآنةٌ ٱلْأَرْضُ مِنْ غِنَاكَ. | ٢٤ |
25 This, the sea, great and broad of sides, There [are] moving things—innumerable, Living creatures—small with great.
| هَذَا ٱلْبَحْرُ ٱلْكَبِيرُ ٱلْوَاسِعُ ٱلْأَطْرَافِ. هُنَاكَ دَبَّابَاتٌ بِلَا عَدَدٍ. صِغَارُ حَيَوَانٍ مَعَ كِبَارٍ. | ٢٥ |
26 There ships go—[and] leviathan, That You have formed to play in it.
| هُنَاكَ تَجْرِي ٱلسُّفُنُ. لِوِيَاثَانُ هَذَا خَلَقْتَهُ لِيَلْعَبَ فِيهِ. | ٢٦ |
27 All of them look to You, To give their food in its season.
| كُلُّهَا إِيَّاكَ تَتَرَجَّى لِتَرْزُقَهَا قُوتَهَا فِي حِينِهِ. | ٢٧ |
28 You give to them—they gather, You open Your hand—they [are] satisfied [with] good.
| تُعْطِيهَا فَتَلْتَقِطُ. تَفْتَحُ يَدَكَ فَتَشْبَعُ خَيْرًا. | ٢٨ |
29 You hide Your face—they are troubled, You gather their spirit—they expire, And they return to their dust.
| تَحْجُبُ وَجْهَكَ فَتَرْتَاعُ. تَنْزِعُ أَرْوَاحَهَا فَتَمُوتُ، وَإِلَى تُرَابِهَا تَعُودُ. | ٢٩ |
30 You send out Your Spirit, they are created, And You renew the face of the ground.
| تُرْسِلُ رُوحَكَ فَتُخْلَقُ، وَتُجَدِّدُ وَجْهَ ٱلْأَرْضِ. | ٣٠ |
31 The glory of YHWH is for all time, YHWH rejoices in His works,
| يَكُونُ مَجْدُ ٱلرَّبِّ إِلَى ٱلدَّهْرِ. يَفْرَحُ ٱلرَّبُّ بِأَعْمَالِهِ. | ٣١ |
32 Who is looking to earth, and it trembles, He comes against hills, and they smoke.
| ٱلنَّاظِرُ إِلَى ٱلْأَرْضِ فَتَرْتَعِدُ. يَمَسُّ ٱلْجِبَالَ فَتُدَخِّنُ. | ٣٢ |
33 I sing to YHWH during my life, I sing praise to my God while I exist.
| أُغَنِّي لِلرَّبِّ فِي حَيَاتِي. أُرَنِّمُ لِإِلَهِي مَا دُمْتُ مَوْجُودًا. | ٣٣ |
34 My meditation on Him is sweet, I rejoice in YHWH.
| فَيَلَذُّ لَهُ نَشِيدِي، وَأَنَا أَفْرَحُ بِٱلرَّبِّ. | ٣٤ |
35 Sinners are consumed from the earth, And the wicked are no more. Bless, O my soul, YHWH. Praise YAH!
| لِتُبَدِ ٱلْخُطَاةُ مِنَ ٱلْأَرْضِ وَٱلْأَشْرَارُ لَا يَكُونُوا بَعْدُ. بَارِكِي يَا نَفْسِي ٱلرَّبَّ. هَلِّلُويَا. | ٣٥ |
