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 الرَّبَّ. مَا أَعْظَمَكَ أَيُّهَا الرَّبُّ إِلَهِي فَأَنْتَ مُتَسَرْبِلٌ بِالْمَجْدِ وَالْجَلالِ. | ١ |
2 Covering Himself [with] light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain,
| أَنْتَ الْلابِسُ النُّورَ كَثَوْبٍ، وَالْبَاسِطُ السَّمَاوَاتِ كَخَيْمَةٍ. | 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,
| الْمُقِيمُ بَيْتَكَ فَوْقَ الْمِيَاهِ الْعُلْيَا، الْجَاعِلُ مِنَ السُّحُبِ مَرْكَبَتَكَ، السَّائِرُ عَلَى أَجْنِحَةِ الرِّيحِ، | ٣ |
4 Making His messengers—the winds, His ministers—the flaming fire.
| الصَّانِعُ ملائِكَتَكَ رِيَاحاً وَخُدَّامَكَ لَهِيبَ نَارٍ. | ٤ |
5 He has founded earth on its bases, It is not moved for all time and forever.
| الْمُؤَسِّسُ الأَرْضَ عَلَى قَوَاعِدِهَا فَلَا تَتَزَعْزَعُ إِلَى الدَّهْرِ وَالأَبَدِ. | ٥ |
6 The abyss! You have covered it as with clothing, Waters stand above hills.
| غَمَرْتَهَا بِاللُّجَجِ كَثَوْبٍ فَتَغَطَّتْ رُؤُوسُ الْجِبَالِ بِالْمِيَاهِ. | ٦ |
7 They flee from Your rebuke, They hurry away from the voice of Your thunder.
| مِنْ زَجْرِكَ تَهْرُبُ الْمِيَاهُ، وَمِنْ قَصْفِ رَعْدِكَ تَفِرُّ. | ٧ |
8 They go up hills—they go down valleys, To a place You have founded for them.
| ارْتَفَعَتِ الْجِبَالُ وَغَاصَتِ الْوِهَادُ، إِلَى الْمَوْضِعِ الَّذِي خَصَّصْتَهُ لَهَا. | ٨ |
9 You have set a border, they do not pass over, They do not turn back to cover the earth.
| وَضَعْتَ لِلْبَحْرِ حَدّاً لَا يَتَعَدَّاهُ حَتَّى لَا تَعُودَ مِيَاهُهُ تَغْمُرُ الأَرْضَ. | ٩ |
10 He is sending forth fountains in valleys, They go on between hills.
| أَنْتَ الْمُفَجِّرُ الْيَنَابِيعَ فِي الأَوْدِيَةِ، فَتَجْرِي بَيْنَ الْجِبَالِ. | ١٠ |
11 They water every beast of the field, Wild donkeys break their thirst.
| تَسْقِي جَمِيعَ حَيَوَانَاتِ الْبَرِّيَّةِ، وَتَرْوِي مِنْهَا حَمِيرُ الْوَحْشِ عَطَشَهَا. | ١١ |
12 The bird of the heavens dwells by them, From between the branches They give forth the voice.
| إِلَى جُوَارِهَا تُعَشِّشُ طُيُورُ السَّمَاءِ، وَتُغَرِّدُ بَيْنَ الأَغْصَانِ. | ١٢ |
13 Watering hills from His upper chambers, The earth is satisfied from the fruit of Your works.
| تَسْقِي الْجِبَالَ مِنْ أَمْطَارِ سَمَائِكَ، وَتَمْتَلِىءُ الأَرْضُ مِنْ أَثْمَارِ أَعْمَالِكَ. | ١٣ |
14 Causing grass to spring up for livestock, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,
| أَنْتَ الْمُنْبِتُ عُشْباً لِلْبَهَائِمِ وَخُضْرَةً لِخِدْمَةِ الإِنْسَانِ، لإِنْتَاجِ خُبْزٍ مِنَ الأَرْضِ، | 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 الإِنْسَانِ وَتُوَرِّدُ وَجْهَهُ فَيَلْمَعُ كَبَرِيقِ الزَّيْتِ، وَخُبْزٍ يُسْنِدُ قَلْبَهُ. | ١٥ |
16 The trees of YHWH [are] satisfied, Cedars of Lebanon that He has planted,
| تَرْتَوِي أَشْجَارُ الرَّبِّ، أَرْزُ لُبْنَانَ الَّذِي غَرَسَهُ. | ١٦ |
17 Where birds make nests, The stork—the firs [are] her house.
| حَيْثُ تَبْنِي الطُّيُورُ أَوْكَارَهَا، أَمَّا اللَّقْلَقُ فَفِي السَّرْوِ مَبِيتُهُ. | ١٧ |
18 The high hills [are] for wild goats, rocks [are] a refuge for hyraxes,
| الْجِبَالُ الْعَالِيَةُ مَوْطِنُ الْوُعُولِ، وَالصُّخُورُ مَلْجَأٌ لِلْوِبَارِ. | ١٨ |
19 He made the moon for seasons, The sun has known his place of entrance.
| أَنْتَ صَنَعْتَ الْقَمَرَ لِتَحْدِيدِ مَوَاقِيتِ الشُّهُورِ، وَالشَّمْسُ تَعْرِفُ مَوْعِدَ مَغْرِبِهَا. | ١٩ |
20 You set darkness, and it is night, Every beast of the forest creeps in it.
| تُحِلُّ الظُّلْمَةَ فَيَصِيرُ لَيْلٌ يَجُوسُ فِيهِ كُلُّ حَيَوَانِ الْغَابَةِ. | ٢٠ |
21 The young lions are roaring for prey, And to seek their food from God.
| تُزَمْجِرُ الأَشْبَالُ طَلَباً لِفَرِيسَتِهَا مُلْتَمِسَةً طَعَامَهَا مِنْ عِنْدِ اللهِ. | ٢١ |
22 The sun rises, they are gathered, And they crouch in their dens.
| وَمَا إِنْ تُشْرِقُ الشَّمْسُ حَتَّى تَعُودَ إِلَى عَرَائِنِهَا وَتَرْبِضَ فِيهَا | ٢٢ |
23 Man goes forth to his work, And to his service—until evening.
| أَمَّا الإِنْسَانُ فَيَخْرُجُ إِلَى عَمَلِهِ وَشُغْلِهِ حَتَّى الْمَسَاءِ. | 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.
| يَا رَبُّ مَا أَعْظَمَ أَعْمَالَكَ، كُلَّهَا صَنَعْتَ بِحِكْمَةٍ، فَامْتَلأَتِ الأَرْضُ مِنْ غِنَاكَ. | ٢٤ |
25 This, the sea, great and broad of sides, There [are] moving things—innumerable, Living creatures—small with great.
| هَذَا الْبَحْرُ الْكَبِيرُ الْوَاسِعُ، الَّذِي يَعِجُّ بِمَخْلُوقَاتٍ لَا تُحْصَى مِنْ حَيَوَانَاتٍ مَائِيَّةٍ صَغِيرَةٍ وَكَبِيرَةٍ | ٢٥ |
26 There ships go—[and] leviathan, That You have formed to play in it.
| تَجْرِي فِيهِ السُّفُنُ، تَمْرَحُ فِيهِ الْحِيتَانُ الَّتِي خَلَقْتَهَا. | ٢٦ |
27 All of them look to You, To give their food in its season.
| تَلْتَفِتُ جَمِيعُهَا إِلَيْكَ كَيْ تَرْزُقَهَا طَعَامَهَا فِي أَوَانِهِ. | ٢٧ |
28 You give to them—they gather, You open Your hand—they [are] satisfied [with] good.
| أَنْتَ تُعْطِيهَا وَهِيَ تَلْتَقِطُ، تَبْسُطُ يَدَكَ لَهَا فَتَشْبَعُ خَيْراً. | ٢٨ |
29 You hide Your face—they are troubled, You gather their spirit—they expire, And they return to their dust.
| تَحْجُبُ عَنْهَا وَجْهَكَ فَتَفْزَعُ. تَقْبِضُ 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 ثَانِيَةً وَتُجَدِّدُ وَجْهَ الأَرْضِ. | ٣٠ |
31 The glory of YHWH is for all time, YHWH rejoices in His works,
| مَجْدُ الرَّبِّ يَدُومُ إِلَى الأَبَدِ. الرَّبُّ يَفْرَحُ بِأَعْمَالِهِ. | ٣١ |
32 Who is looking to earth, and it trembles, He comes against hills, and they smoke.
| يَنْظُرُ إِلَى الأَرْضِ فَتَرْتَجِفُ، يَمَسُّ الْجِبَالَ فَتَمْتَلِئُ دُخَاناً | ٣٢ |
33 I sing to YHWH during my life, I sing praise to my God while I exist.
| أُرَنِّمُ لِلرَّبِّ وَأَشْدُو لإِلَهِي مَادُمْتُ حَيًّا. | ٣٣ |
34 My meditation on Him is sweet, I rejoice in YHWH.
| فَيَلَذُّ لَهُ نَشِيدِي، وَأَنَا أَفْرَحُ بِالرَّبِّ. | ٣٤ |
35 Sinners are consumed from the earth, And the wicked are no more. Bless, O my soul, YHWH. Praise YAH!
| لِيَنْقَطِعِ الْخُطَاةُ مِنَ الأَرْضِ، وَلْيَبِدِ الأَشْرَارُ. بَارِكِي يَا نَفْسِي الرَّبَّ. هَلِّلُويَا. | ٣٥ |
