Psalms 42
1 [For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah.] As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
| لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ. مَزْمُورٌ تَعْلِيمِيٌّ لِبَنِي قُورَحَ مِثْلَمَا تَشْتَاقُ الْغِزْلانُ إِلَى جَدَاوِلِ الْمِيَاهِ، هَكَذَا تَشْتَاقُ نَفْسِي إِلَيْكَ يَا اللهُ. | ١ |
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
| نَفْسِي عَطْشَى إِلَى اللهِ الإِلَهِ الْحَيِّ، فَمَتَى أَجِيءُ وَأَمْثُلُ أَمَامَ اللهِ؟ | ٢ |
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
| قَدْ صَارَتْ دُمُوعِي طَعَامِي الْوَحِيدَ نَهَاراً وَلَيْلاً، إِذْ قِيلَ لِي كُلَّ يَوْمٍ: «أَيْنَ إِلَهُكَ؟» | ٣ |
4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go in the tent of the Majestic One, to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.
| حِينَ أَتَأَمَّلُ فِي نَفْسِي تُعَاوِدُنِي هَذِهِ الذِّكْرَى: كَيْفَ كُنْتُ أُرَافِقُ حُشُودَ الْعَابِدِينَ الْمُحْتَفِلِينَ بِالْعِيدِ وَأَقُودُهُمْ فِي الْحُضُورِ إِلَى بَيْتِ اللهِ، هَاتِفاً مَعَهُمْ فَرَحاً وَحَمْداً. | ٤ |
5 Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God. For I will again give him thanks, my saving presence and my God.
| لِمَاذَا أَنْتِ مُكْتَئِبَةٌ يَا نَفْسِي؟ وَلِمَاذَا أَنْتِ قَلِقَةٌ فِي دَاخِلِي؟ تَرَجَّيِ اللهَ، فَإِنِّي سَأَظَلُّ أَحْمَدُهُ، لأَنَّهُ عَوْنِي وَإِلَهِي. | ٥ |
6 My soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.
| إِلَهِي، إِنَّ نَفْسِي مُكْتَئِبَةٌ فِيَّ، لِذَلِكَ أَذْكُرُكَ مِنْ وَادِي الأُرْدُنِّ، وَمِنْ جِبَالِ حَرْمُونَ، وَمِنْ جَبَلِ مِصْعَرَ. | ٦ |
7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your breakers and waves have swept over me.
| أَمْوَاجُ النَّكَبَاتِ تَوَالَتْ عَلَيَّ كَمَا تَتَوَالَى مِيَاهُ شَلالاتِكَ. | ٧ |
8 The LORD will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.
| يُبْدِي الرَّبُّ لِي رَحْمَتَهُ فِي النَّهَارِ، وَفِي اللَّيْلِ تُرَافِقُنِي تَرْنِيمَتُهُ، صَلاةٌ لإِلَهِ حَيَاتِي. | ٨ |
9 I will ask God, my Rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"
| أَقُولُ لِلهِ صَخْرَتِي: «لِمَاذَا نَسِيتَنِي؟ لِمَاذَا أَطُوفُ نَائِحاً مِنْ مُضَايَقَةِ الْعَدُوِّ؟» | ٩ |
10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"
| لَقَدْ عَيَّرَنِي مُضَايِقِيَّ وَسَحَقُوا عِظَامِي، إِذْ يَقُولُونَ لِي طُولَ النَّهَارِ: «أَيْنَ إِلَهُكَ؟» | ١٠ |
11 Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God. For I will again give him thanks, my saving presence and my God.
| لِمَاذَا أَنْتِ مُكْتَئِبَةٌ يَا نَفْسِي، وَلِمَاذَا أَنْتِ قَلِقَةٌ؟ تَرَجَّيِ اللهَ، فَإِنِّي سَأَظَلُّ أَحْمَدُهُ، لأَنَّهُ عَوْنِي وَإِلَهِي. | ١١ |
