< Psalms 92 >

1 A Psalm. A song for the Sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks to the LORD, to sing praises to your name, Most High,
مَزْمُورُ تَسْبِيحَةٍ. لِيَوْمِ ٱلسَّبْتِ حَسَنٌ هُوَ ٱلْحَمْدُ لِلرَّبِّ وَٱلتَّرَنُّمُ لِٱسْمِكَ أَيُّهَا ٱلْعَلِيُّ.١
2 to proclaim your loving kindness in the morning, and your faithfulness every night,
أَنْ يُخْبَرَ بِرَحْمَتِكَ فِي ٱلْغَدَاةِ، وَأَمَانَتِكَ كُلَّ لَيْلَةٍ،٢
3 with the ten-stringed lute, with the harp, and with the melody of the lyre.
عَلَى ذَاتِ عَشَرَةِ أَوْتَارٍ وَعَلَى ٱلرَّبَابِ، عَلَى عَزْفِ ٱلْعُودِ.٣
4 For you, LORD, have made me glad through your work. I will triumph in the works of your hands.
لِأَنَّكَ فَرَّحْتَنِي يَارَبُّ بِصَنَائِعِكَ. بِأَعْمَالِ يَدَيْكَ أَبْتَهِجُ.٤
5 How great are your works, LORD! Your thoughts are very deep.
مَا أَعْظَمَ أَعْمَالَكَ يَارَبُّ! وَأَعْمَقَ جِدًّا أَفْكَارَكَ!٥
6 A senseless man doesn’t know, neither does a fool understand this:
ٱلرَّجُلُ ٱلْبَلِيدُ لَا يَعْرِفُ، وَٱلْجَاهِلُ لَا يَفْهَمُ هَذَا.٦
7 though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.
إِذَا زَهَا ٱلْأَشْرَارُ كَٱلْعُشْبِ، وَأَزْهَرَ كُلُّ فَاعِلِي ٱلْإِثْمِ، فَلِكَيْ يُبَادُوا إِلَى ٱلدَّهْرِ.٧
8 But you, LORD, are on high forever more.
أَمَّا أَنْتَ يَارَبُّ فَمُتَعَالٍ إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ.٨
9 For behold, your enemies, LORD, for behold, your enemies shall perish. All the evildoers will be scattered.
لِأَنَّهُ هُوَذَا أَعْدَاؤُكَ يَارَبُّ، لِأَنَّهُ هُوَذَا أَعْدَاؤُكَ يَبِيدُونَ. يَتَبَدَّدُ كُلُّ فَاعِلِي ٱلْإِثْمِ.٩
10 But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox. I am anointed with fresh oil.
وَتَنْصِبُ مِثْلَ ٱلْبَقَرِ ٱلْوَحْشِيِّ قَرْنِي. تَدَهَّنْتُ بِزَيْتٍ طَرِيٍّ.١٠
11 My eye has also seen my enemies. My ears have heard of the wicked enemies who rise up against me.
وَتُبْصِرُ عَيْنِي بِمُرَاقِبِيَّ، وَبِٱلْقَائِمِينَ عَلَيَّ بِٱلشَّرِّ تَسْمَعُ أُذُنَايَ.١١
12 The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree. He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
اَلصِّدِّيقُ كَٱلنَّخْلَةِ يَزْهُو، كَٱلْأَرْزِ فِي لُبْنَانَ يَنْمُو.١٢
13 They are planted in the LORD’s house. They will flourish in our God’s courts.
مَغْرُوسِينَ فِي بَيْتِ ٱلرَّبِّ، فِي دِيَارِ إِلَهِنَا يُزْهِرُونَ.١٣
14 They will still produce fruit in old age. They will be full of sap and green,
أَيْضًا يُثْمِرُونَ فِي ٱلشَّيْبَةِ. يَكُونُونَ دِسَامًا وَخُضْرًا،١٤
15 to show that the LORD is upright. He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
لِيُخْبِرُوا بِأَنَّ ٱلرَّبَّ مُسْتَقِيمٌ. صَخْرَتِي هُوَ وَلَا ظُلْمَ فِيهِ.١٥

< Psalms 92 >