< Psalms 65 >

1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David—a song. Thine, are silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, —And, to thee, shall be paid the vow.
لِإِمَامِ ٱلْمُغَنِّينَ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ. تَسْبِيحَةٌ لَكَ يَنْبَغِي ٱلتَّسْبِيحُ يَا ٱللهُ فِي صِهْيَوْنَ، وَلَكَ يُوفَى ٱلنَّذْرُ.١
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
يَا سَامِعَ ٱلصَّلَاةِ، إِلَيْكَ يَأْتِي كُلُّ بَشَرٍ.٢
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
آثَامٌ قَدْ قَوِيَتْ عَلَيَّ. مَعَاصِينَا أَنْتَ تُكَفِّرُ عَنْهَا.٣
4 How happy the man thou shalt choose and bring near! He shall abide in thy courts, —We shall be satisfied with, The blessing of thy house, The holiness of thy temple.
طُوبَى لِلَّذِي تَخْتَارُهُ وَتُقَرِّبُهُ لِيَسْكُنَ فِي دِيَارِكَ. لَنَشْبَعَنَّ مِنْ خَيْرِ بَيْتِكَ، قُدْسِ هَيْكَلِكَ.٤
5 By things reverend in righteousness, wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the sea far away;
بِمَخَاوِفَ فِي ٱلْعَدْلِ تَسْتَجِيبُنَا يَا إِلَهَ خَلَاصِنَا، يَا مُتَّكَلَ جَمِيعِ أَقَاصِي ٱلْأَرْضِ وَٱلْبَحْرِ ٱلْبَعِيدَةِ.٥
6 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
ٱلْمُثْبِتُ ٱلْجِبَالَ بِقُوَّتِهِ، ٱلْمُتَنَطِّقُ بِٱلْقُدْرَةِ،٦
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
ٱلْمُهْدِّئُ عَجِيجَ ٱلْبِحَارِ، عَجِيجَ أَمْوَاجِهَا، وَضَجِيجَ ٱلْأُمَمِ.٧
8 Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for joy.
وَتَخَافُ سُكَّانُ ٱلْأَقَاصِي مِنْ آيَاتِكَ. تَجْعَلُ مَطَالِعَ ٱلصَّبَاحِ وَٱلْمَسَاءِ تَبْتَهِجُ.٨
9 Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it—The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou prepare it:
تَعَهَّدْتَ ٱلْأَرْضَ وَجَعَلْتَهَا تَفِيضُ. تُغْنِيهَا جِدًّا. سَوَاقِي ٱللهِ مَلآنَةٌ مَاءً. تُهَيِّئُ طَعَامَهُمْ لِأَنَّكَ هَكَذَا تُعِدُّهَا.٩
10 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
أَرْوِ أَتْلَامَهَا. مَهِّدْ أَخَادِيدَهَا. بِٱلْغُيُوثِ تُحَلِّلُهَا. تُبَارِكُ غَلَّتَهَا.١٠
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
كَلَّلْتَ ٱلسَّنَةَ بِجُودِكَ، وَآثَارُكَ تَقْطُرُ دَسَمًا.١١
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
تَقْطُرُ مَرَاعِي ٱلْبَرِّيَّةِ، وَتَتَنَطَّقُ ٱلْآكَامُ بِٱلْبَهْجَةِ.١٢
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
ٱكْتَسَتِ ٱلْمُرُوجُ غَنَمًا، وَٱلْأَوْدِيَةُ تَتَعَطَّفُ بُرًّا. تَهْتِفُ وَأَيْضًا تُغَنِّي.١٣

< Psalms 65 >