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, I have sinned, and done that which is evil in your sight, so 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 Behold, I was born in iniquity. My mother conceived me in sin.
| هَا إِنِّي بِالإِثْمِ قَدْ وُلِدْتُ وَفِي الْخَطِيئَةِ حَبِلَتْ بِي أُمِّي. | ٥ |
6 Behold, 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 Don’t throw me from your presence, and don’t 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 will be converted to you.
| عِنْدَئِذٍ أُعَلِّمُ الأَثَمَةَ طُرُقَكَ، فَيَتُوبُ إِلَيْكَ الْخَاطِئُونَ. | ١٣ |
14 Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God, the God of my salvation. My tongue will 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 will declare your praise.
| يَا رَبُّ افْتَحْ شَفَتَيَّ فَيُذِيعَ فَمِي تَسْبِيحَكَ. | ١٥ |
16 For you don’t 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. O God, you will not despise a broken and contrite heart.
| 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 |
