Psalms 51
1 [For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David, when Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bathsheba.] Have mercy on me, God, according to your loving kindness. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions.
| لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ عِنْدَمَا جَاءَ إِلَيْهِ النَّبِيُّ نَاثَانُ بَعْدَ دُخُولِهِ إِلَى بَثْشَبَعَ. ارْحَمْنِي يَا اللهُ حَسَبَ رَحْمَتِكَ، وَامْحُ مَعَاصِيَّ حَسَبَ كَثْرَةِ رَأْفَتِكَ. | ١ |
2 Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity. Cleanse me from my sin.
| اغْسِلْنِي كُلِّيًّا مِنْ إِثْمِي، وَطَهِّرْنِي مِنْ خَطِيئَتِي. | ٢ |
3 For I know my transgressions. My sin is constantly before me.
| فَإِنَّنِي أُقِرُّ بِمَعَاصِيَّ، وَخَطِيئَتِي مَاثِلَةٌ أَمَامِي دَائِماً. | ٣ |
4 Against you, and you only, have I sinned, and done that which is evil in your sight; that you may be proved right when you speak, and justified when you judge.
| إِلَيْكَ وَحْدَكَ أَخْطَأْتُ، وَالشَّرَّ قُدَّامَ عَيْنَيْكَ صَنَعْتُ. لِكَي تَتَبَرَّرَ إِذَا حَكَمْتَ وَتَزْكُوَ إِذَا قَضَيْتَ. | ٤ |
5 Look, I was brought forth in iniquity. In sin my mother conceived me.
| هَا إِنِّي بِالإِثْمِ قَدْ وُلِدْتُ وَفِي الْخَطِيئَةِ حَبِلَتْ بِي أُمِّي. | ٥ |
6 Look, you desire truth in the inward parts. You teach me wisdom in the inmost place.
| هَا أَنْتَ تَرْغَبُ أَنْ تَرَى الْحَقَّ فِي دَخِيلَةِ الإِنْسَانِ، فَتُعَرِّفُنِي الْحِكْمَةَ فِي قَرَارَةِ نَفْسِي. | ٦ |
7 Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean. Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
| طَهِّرْنِي بِالزُّوفَا فَأَتَنَقَّى. اغْسِلْنِي فَأَبْيَضَّ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ الثَّلْجِ. | ٧ |
8 Let me hear joy and gladness, That the bones which you have broken may rejoice.
| أَسْمِعْنِي صَوْتَ السُّرُورِ وَالْفَرَحِ، فَتَبْتَهِجَ عِظَامِي الَّتِي سَحَقْتَهَا. | ٨ |
9 Hide your face from my sins, and blot out all of my iniquities.
| احْجُبْ وَجْهَكَ عَنْ خَطَايَايَ وَامْحُ كُلَّ آثَامِي. | ٩ |
10 Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a right spirit within me.
| قَلْباً نَقِيًّا اخْلُقْ فِيَّ يَا اللهُ وَرُوحاً مُسْتَقِيماً جَدِّدْ فِي دَاخِلِي. | ١٠ |
11 Do not throw me from your presence, and do not take your holy Spirit from me.
| لَا تَطْرُدْنِي مِنْ حَضْرَتِكَ، وَلَا تَنْزِعْ مِنِّي رُوحَكَ القُدُّوسَ. | ١١ |
12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation. Uphold me with a willing spirit.
| رُدَّ لِي بَهْجَتِي بِخَلاصِكَ، وَبِرُوحٍ رَضِيَّةٍ آزِرْنِي | ١٢ |
13 Then I will teach transgressors your ways. Sinners shall be converted to you.
| عِنْدَئِذٍ أُعَلِّمُ الأَثَمَةَ طُرُقَكَ، فَيَتُوبُ إِلَيْكَ الْخَاطِئُونَ. | ١٣ |
14 Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, the God of my salvation. My tongue shall sing aloud of your righteousness.
| أَنْقِذْنِي مِنْ سَفْكِ الدِّمَاءِ يَا اللهُ، يَا إِلَهَ خَلاصِي، فَيُرَنِّمَ لِسَانِي بِبِرِّكَ. | ١٤ |
15 Lord, open my lips. My mouth shall declare your praise.
| يَا رَبُّ افْتَحْ شَفَتَيَّ فَيُذِيعَ فَمِي تَسْبِيحَكَ. | ١٥ |
16 For you do not delight in sacrifice, or else I would give it. You have no pleasure in burnt offering.
| فَإِنَّكَ لَا تُسَرُّ بِذَبِيحَةٍ، وَإلَّا كُنْتُ أُقَدِّمُهَا. بِمُحْرَقَةٍ لَا تَرْضَى. | ١٦ |
17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit. A broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.
| إِنَّ الذَّبَائِحَ الَّتِي يَطْلُبُهَا اللهُ هِيَ رُوحٌ مُنْكَسِرَةٌ. فَلَا تَحْتَقِرَنَّ الْقَلْبَ الْمُنْكَسِرَ وَالْمُنْسَحِقَ يَا اللهُ. | ١٧ |
18 Do well in your good pleasure to Zion. Build the walls of Jerusalem.
| أَحْسِنْ إِلَى صِهْيَوْنَ بِمُقْتَضَى مَسَرَّتِكَ. وَابْنِ أَسْوَارَ أُورُشَلِيمَ. | ١٨ |
19 Then you will delight in the sacrifices of righteousness, in burnt offerings and in whole burnt offerings. Then they will offer bulls on your altar.
| عِنْدَئِذٍ تَرْضَى بِذَبَائِحِ الْبِرِّ، وَمُحْرَقَةٍ وَتَقْدِمَةٍ تَامَّةٍ. حِينَئِذٍ يُقَرِّبُونَ عَلَى مَذْبَحِكَ عُجُولاً. | ١٩ |
