Psalms 57
1 [For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave.] Be merciful to me, God, be merciful to me, for my soul takes refuge in you. Yes, in the shadow of your wings, I will take refuge, until disaster has passed.
| لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ – عَلَى لَا تُهْلِكْ. قَصِيدَةٌ ذَهَبِيَّةٌ لِدَاوُدَ عِنْدَمَا هَرَبَ مِنْ شَاوُلَ إِلَى دَاخِلِ الْمَغَارَةِ. ارْحَمْنِي يَا اللهُ ارْحَمْنِي، لأَنَّ بِكَ لاذَتْ نَفْسِي، وَبِظِلِّ جَنَاحَيْكَ أَحْتَمِي إِلَى أَنْ تَعْبُرَ الْمَصَائِبُ. | ١ |
2 I cry out to God Most High, to God who accomplishes my requests for me.
| أَصْرُخُ إِلَى اللهِ الْعَلِيِّ، الَّذِي يُتَمِّمُ لِي مَقَاصِدَهُ، | ٢ |
3 He will send from heaven, and save me, he rebukes the one who is pursuing me. (Selah) God will send out his loving kindness and his truth.
| فَيُرْسِلُ مِنَ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَيُخَلِّصُنِي، وَيَمْلَأُ بِالْخِزْيِ مَنْ يُرِيدُ أَنْ يَفْتَرِسَنِي. يُرْسِلُ اللهُ رَحْمَتَهُ وَحَقَّهُ. | ٣ |
4 My soul is among lions. I lie among those who are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
| حِينَ أَرْقُدُ بَيْنَ نَافِثِي السُّمُومِ مِنْ بَنِي الْبَشَرِ أَجِدُ نَفْسِي بَيْنَ الأُسُودِ الْمُفْتَرِسَةِ؛ أَنْيَابُهُمْ كَالرِّمَاحِ وَالسِّهَامِ، وَأَلْسِنَتُهُمْ كَالسُّيُوفِ الْحَادَّةِ. | ٤ |
5 Be exalted, God, above the heavens. Let your glory be above all the earth.
| لِتَتَعَالَ يَا اللهُ عَلَى السَّمَاوَاتِ وَلْيَرْتَفِعْ مَجْدُكَ عَلَى الأَرْضِ كُلِّهَا. | ٥ |
6 They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into its midst themselves. (Selah)
| نَصَبُوا شَبَكَةً لِخُطْوَاتِي، فَانْحَنَتْ نَفْسِي. حَفَرُوا أَمَامِي حُفْرَةً فَسَقَطُوا هُمْ فِيهَا. | ٦ |
7 My heart is steadfast, God, my heart is steadfast. I will sing, yes, I will sing praises.
| ثَابِتٌ قَلْبِي يَا اللهُ، ثَابِتٌ قَلْبِي. أَشْدُو وَأُرَنِّمُ. | ٧ |
8 Wake up, my glory. Wake up, psaltery and harp. I will wake up the dawn.
| اسْتَيْقِظِي يَا نَفْسِي. اسْتَيْقِظِي يَا رَبَابُ وَيَا عُوْدُ. سَأُوْقِظُ الفَجْرَ عَلَى شَدْوِي. | ٨ |
9 I will give thanks to you, LORD, among the peoples. I will sing praises to you among the nations.
| يَا رَبُّ أَحْمَدُكَ بَيْنَ الشُّعُوبِ وَأَشْدُو لَكَ بَيْنَ الأُمَمِ. | ٩ |
10 For your great loving kindness reaches to the heavens, and your truth to the skies.
| لأَنَّ رَحْمَتَكَ قَدْ عَظُمَتْ إِلَى السَّمَاوَاتِ، وَحَقُّكَ إِلَى الْغَمَامِ. | ١٠ |
11 Be exalted, God, above the heavens. Let your glory be over all the earth.
| ارْتَفِعْ يَا اللهُ عَلَى السَّمَاوَاتِ، وَلْيَرْتَفِعْ مَجْدُكَ عَلَى الأَرْضِ كُلِّهَا. | ١١ |
