Psalms 92
1 A psalm, a song for the Sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks to Yahweh and to sing praises to your name, Most High,
| مَزْمُورٌ تَسْبِيحَةٌ لِيَوْمِ السَّبْتِ مَا أَحْسَنَ تَقْدِيمَ الشُّكْرِ لَكَ يَا رَبُّ وَالتَّرْنِيمَ لاسْمِكَ أَيُّهَا العَلِيُّ! | ١ |
2 to proclaim your covenant faithfulness in the morning and your truthfulness every night,
| مَا أَحْسَنَ أَنْ يُلْهَجَ بِرَحْمَتِكَ فِي الصَّبَاحِ، وَبِأَمَانَتِكَ فِي اللَّيَالِي، | ٢ |
3 with a harp of ten strings and with the melody of the lyre.
| عَلَى أَنْغَامِ الآلاتِ الْمُوسِيقِيَّةِ الْوَتَرِيَّةِ، وَعَلَى الرَّبَابِ وَأَلْحَانِ الْعُودِ الْعَذْبَةِ! | ٣ |
4 For you, Yahweh, have made me glad through your deeds. I will sing for joy because of the deeds of your hands.
| سَأُشِيدُ بِكُلِّ مَا عَمِلَتْهُ يَدَاكَ لأَنَّكَ يَا رَبُّ فَرَّحْتَنِي بِصَنِيعِكَ. | ٤ |
5 How great are your deeds, Yahweh! Your thoughts are very deep.
| يَا رَبُّ مَا أَعْظَمَ أَعْمَالَكَ! أَفْكَارُكَ عَمِيقَةٌ جِدّاً، | ٥ |
6 A brutish person does not know, nor does a fool understand this:
| لَا يَعْرِفُهَا الْغَبِيُّ وَلَا يَفْهَمُهَا الْجَاهِلُ. | ٦ |
7 When the wicked sprout like the grass, and even when all the evildoers thrive, still they are doomed to eternal destruction.
| إِذَا زَهَا الأَشْرَارُ كَالْعُشْبِ، وَأَزْهَرَ جَمِيعُ فَاعِلِي الإِثْمِ فَإِنَّهُمْ كَالْعُشْبِ يُبَادُونَ إِلَى الأَبَدِ. | ٧ |
8 But you, Yahweh, will reign forever.
| أَمَّا أَنْتَ يَا رَبُّ فَمُتَعَالٍ إِلَى الأَبَدِ. | ٨ |
9 Indeed, look at your enemies, Yahweh! Indeed, look at your enemies. They will perish! All those who do evil will be scattered.
| فَيَا رَبُّ، هَا هُمْ أَعْدَاؤُكَ يَهْلِكُونَ إِلَى الدَّهْرِ، إذْ يَتَبَدَّدُ جَمِيعُ فَاعِلِي الإِثْمِ. | ٩ |
10 You have lifted up my horn like the horn of the wild ox; I am anointed with fresh oil.
| أَمَّا أَنَا فَتَرْفَعُ شَأْنِي كَمَا يَرْتَفِعُ قَرْنُ الثَّوْرِ الْوَحْشِيِّ، وَأَنْتَعِشُ كَمَنْ تَدَهَّنَ بِزَيْتٍ جَدِيدٍ | ١٠ |
11 My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard of the doom of my evil foes.
| وَتَنْظُرُ عَيْنَايَ عِقَابَ أَعْدَائِي الْمُتَرَبِّصِينَ لِي، وَتَسْمَعُ أُذُنَايَ بِمَصِيرِ فَاعِلِي الشَّرِّ الثَّائِرِينَ عَلَيَّ. | ١١ |
12 The righteous will flourish like the palm tree; they will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
| الصِّدِّيقُ يَزْهُو كَالنَّخْلَةِ وَيَنْمُو كَالأَرْزِ فِي لُبْنَانَ. | ١٢ |
13 They are planted in the house of Yahweh; they flourish in the courts of our God.
| لأَنَّ الْمَغْرُوسِينَ فِي بَيْتِ الرَّبِّ يَزْدَهِرُونَ فِي دِيَارِ بَيْتِ إِلَهِنَا | ١٣ |
14 They bear fruit even when they are old; they stay fresh and green,
| يُثْمِرُونَ أَيْضاً فِي الشَّيْخُوخَةِ، وَيَظَلُّونَ مَوْفُورِي الْعَافِيَةِ وَالنُّضْرَةِ | ١٤ |
15 to proclaim that Yahweh is just. He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
| لِيَشْهَدُوا أَنَّ الرَّبَّ مُسْتَقِيمٌ. إِنَّهُ صَخْرَتِي وَلَيْسَ فِيهِ سُوءٌ. | ١٥ |
