< Psalms 6 >

1 [For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.] LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ عَلَى الآلاتِ الْوَتَرِيَّةِ (الدَّرَجَةُ الثَّامِنَةُ). مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ يَا رَبُّ لَا تُوَبِّخْنِي فِي إبَّانِ غَضَبِكَ، وَلَا تُؤَدِّبْنِي فِي احْتِدَامِ سَخَطِكَ.١
2 Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am frail. LORD, heal me, for my bones are trembling.
ارْحَمْنِي يَا رَبُّ لأَنِّي ضَعِيفٌ. اشْفِنِي يَا رَبُّ لأَنَّ عِظَامِي رَاجِفَةٌ،٢
3 And my soul is greatly troubled. But you, LORD, how long?
وَنَفْسِي مُرْتَعِدَةٌ جِدّاً. وَأَنْتَ يَا رَبُّ فَإِلَى مَتَى (تَنْتَظِرُ)؟٣
4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul. Save me because of your lovingkindness.
ارْجِعْ يَا رَبُّ وَحَرِّرْ نَفْسِي، أَنْقِذْنِي بِفَضْلِ رَحْمَتِكَ.٤
5 For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks? (Sheol h7585)
إِذْ لَيْسَ فِي عَالَمِ الْمَوْتِ مَنْ يَذْكُرُكَ، أَوْ فِي مَقَرِّ الأَمْوَاتِ مَنْ يُسَبِّحُكَ. (Sheol h7585)٥
6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I drench my bed; I melt my couch with my tears.
لَقَدْ أَرْهَقَنِي تَنَهُّدِي، فَأُغْرِقُ سَرِيرِي فِي كُلِّ لَيْلَةٍ بِدُمُوعِي وَأُبَلِّلُ بِها فِرَاشِي.٦
7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
وَهَنَتْ عَيْنَايَ مِنْ فَرْطِ الْغَمِّ، وَكَلَّتَا بِسَبَبِ جَمِيعِ خُصُومِي.٧
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the sound of my weeping.
ابْتَعِدُوا عَنِّي يَا جَمِيعَ فَاعِلِي الإِثْمِ، لأَنَّ الرَّبَّ قَدْ سَمِعَ صَوْتَ بُكَائِي.٨
9 The LORD has heard my plea. The LORD has accepted my prayer.
سَمِعَ الرَّبُّ تَضَرُّعِي. الرَّبُّ يَتَقَبَّلُ صَلاتِي.٩
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and greatly terrified. May they turn back, suddenly ashamed.
لِيَخْزَ جَمِيعُ أَعْدَائِي وَيَرْتَاعُوا جِدّاً، وَلْيَتَرَاجَعُوا إِذْ لَحِقَ بِهِمِ الْعَارُ فَجْأَةً.١٠

< Psalms 6 >