Psalms 104
1 Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on.
| بَارِكِي يَا نَفْسِي الرَّبَّ. مَا أَعْظَمَكَ أَيُّهَا الرَّبُّ إِلَهِي فَأَنْتَ مُتَسَرْبِلٌ بِالْمَجْدِ وَالْجَلالِ. | ١ |
2 Covering himself [with] light as a garment, Stretching out the heavens as a curtain,
| أَنْتَ الْلابِسُ النُّورَ كَثَوْبٍ، وَالْبَاسِطُ السَّمَاوَاتِ كَخَيْمَةٍ. | ٢ |
3 Who is laying the beam of His upper chambers in the waters, Who is making thick clouds His chariot, Who is walking on wings of wind,
| الْمُقِيمُ بَيْتَكَ فَوْقَ الْمِيَاهِ الْعُلْيَا، الْجَاعِلُ مِنَ السُّحُبِ مَرْكَبَتَكَ، السَّائِرُ عَلَى أَجْنِحَةِ الرِّيحِ، | ٣ |
4 Making His messengers — the winds, His ministers — the flaming fire.
| الصَّانِعُ ملائِكَتَكَ رِيَاحاً وَخُدَّامَكَ لَهِيبَ نَارٍ. | ٤ |
5 He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever.
| الْمُؤَسِّسُ الأَرْضَ عَلَى قَوَاعِدِهَا فَلَا تَتَزَعْزَعُ إِلَى الدَّهْرِ وَالأَبَدِ. | ٥ |
6 The abyss! as with clothing Thou hast covered it, Above hills do waters stand.
| غَمَرْتَهَا بِاللُّجَجِ كَثَوْبٍ فَتَغَطَّتْ رُؤُوسُ الْجِبَالِ بِالْمِيَاهِ. | ٦ |
7 From Thy rebuke they flee, From the voice of Thy thunder haste away.
| مِنْ زَجْرِكَ تَهْرُبُ الْمِيَاهُ، وَمِنْ قَصْفِ رَعْدِكَ تَفِرُّ. | ٧ |
8 They go up hills — they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them.
| ارْتَفَعَتِ الْجِبَالُ وَغَاصَتِ الْوِهَادُ، إِلَى الْمَوْضِعِ الَّذِي خَصَّصْتَهُ لَهَا. | ٨ |
9 A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth.
| وَضَعْتَ لِلْبَحْرِ حَدّاً لَا يَتَعَدَّاهُ حَتَّى لَا تَعُودَ مِيَاهُهُ تَغْمُرُ الأَرْضَ. | ٩ |
10 Who is sending forth fountains in valleys, Between hills they go on.
| أَنْتَ الْمُفَجِّرُ الْيَنَابِيعَ فِي الأَوْدِيَةِ، فَتَجْرِي بَيْنَ الْجِبَالِ. | ١٠ |
11 They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst.
| تَسْقِي جَمِيعَ حَيَوَانَاتِ الْبَرِّيَّةِ، وَتَرْوِي مِنْهَا حَمِيرُ الْوَحْشِ عَطَشَهَا. | ١١ |
12 By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.
| إِلَى جُوَارِهَا تُعَشِّشُ طُيُورُ السَّمَاءِ، وَتُغَرِّدُ بَيْنَ الأَغْصَانِ. | ١٢ |
13 Watering hills from His upper chambers, From the fruit of Thy works is the earth satisfied.
| تَسْقِي الْجِبَالَ مِنْ أَمْطَارِ سَمَائِكَ، وَتَمْتَلِىءُ الأَرْضُ مِنْ أَثْمَارِ أَعْمَالِكَ. | ١٣ |
14 Causing grass to spring up for cattle, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,
| أَنْتَ الْمُنْبِتُ عُشْباً لِلْبَهَائِمِ وَخُضْرَةً لِخِدْمَةِ الإِنْسَانِ، لإِنْتَاجِ خُبْزٍ مِنَ الأَرْضِ، | ١٤ |
15 And wine — it rejoiceth the heart of man, To cause the face to shine from oil, And bread — the heart of man it supporteth.
| وَخَمْرٍ تُفَرِّحُ قَلْبَ الإِنْسَانِ وَتُوَرِّدُ وَجْهَهُ فَيَلْمَعُ كَبَرِيقِ الزَّيْتِ، وَخُبْزٍ يُسْنِدُ قَلْبَهُ. | ١٥ |
16 Satisfied [are] the trees of Jehovah, Cedars of Lebanon that He hath planted,
| تَرْتَوِي أَشْجَارُ الرَّبِّ، أَرْزُ لُبْنَانَ الَّذِي غَرَسَهُ. | ١٦ |
17 Where birds do make nests, The stork — the firs [are] her house.
| حَيْثُ تَبْنِي الطُّيُورُ أَوْكَارَهَا، أَمَّا اللَّقْلَقُ فَفِي السَّرْوِ مَبِيتُهُ. | ١٧ |
18 The high hills [are] for wild goats, Rocks [are] a refuge for conies,
| الْجِبَالُ الْعَالِيَةُ مَوْطِنُ الْوُعُولِ، وَالصُّخُورُ مَلْجَأٌ لِلْوِبَارِ. | ١٨ |
19 He made the moon for seasons, The sun hath known his place of entrance.
| أَنْتَ صَنَعْتَ الْقَمَرَ لِتَحْدِيدِ مَوَاقِيتِ الشُّهُورِ، وَالشَّمْسُ تَعْرِفُ مَوْعِدَ مَغْرِبِهَا. | ١٩ |
20 Thou settest darkness, and it is night, In it doth every beast of the forest creep.
| تُحِلُّ الظُّلْمَةَ فَيَصِيرُ لَيْلٌ يَجُوسُ فِيهِ كُلُّ حَيَوَانِ الْغَابَةِ. | ٢٠ |
21 The young lions are roaring for prey, And to seek from God their food.
| تُزَمْجِرُ الأَشْبَالُ طَلَباً لِفَرِيسَتِهَا مُلْتَمِسَةً طَعَامَهَا مِنْ عِنْدِ اللهِ. | ٢١ |
22 The sun riseth, they are gathered, And in their dens they crouch.
| وَمَا إِنْ تُشْرِقُ الشَّمْسُ حَتَّى تَعُودَ إِلَى عَرَائِنِهَا وَتَرْبِضَ فِيهَا | ٢٢ |
23 Man goeth forth to his work, And to his service — till evening.
| أَمَّا الإِنْسَانُ فَيَخْرُجُ إِلَى عَمَلِهِ وَشُغْلِهِ حَتَّى الْمَسَاءِ. | ٢٣ |
24 How many have been Thy works, O Jehovah, All of them in wisdom Thou hast made, Full is the earth of thy possessions.
| يَا رَبُّ مَا أَعْظَمَ أَعْمَالَكَ، كُلَّهَا صَنَعْتَ بِحِكْمَةٍ، فَامْتَلأَتِ الأَرْضُ مِنْ غِنَاكَ. | ٢٤ |
25 This, the sea, great and broad of sides, There [are] moving things — innumerable, Living creatures — small with great.
| هَذَا الْبَحْرُ الْكَبِيرُ الْوَاسِعُ، الَّذِي يَعِجُّ بِمَخْلُوقَاتٍ لَا تُحْصَى مِنْ حَيَوَانَاتٍ مَائِيَّةٍ صَغِيرَةٍ وَكَبِيرَةٍ | ٢٥ |
26 There do ships go: leviathan, That Thou hast formed to play in it.
| تَجْرِي فِيهِ السُّفُنُ، تَمْرَحُ فِيهِ الْحِيتَانُ الَّتِي خَلَقْتَهَا. | ٢٦ |
27 All of them unto Thee do look, To give their food in its season.
| تَلْتَفِتُ جَمِيعُهَا إِلَيْكَ كَيْ تَرْزُقَهَا طَعَامَهَا فِي أَوَانِهِ. | ٢٧ |
28 Thou dost give to them — they gather, Thou dost open Thy hand — they [are] satisfied [with] good.
| أَنْتَ تُعْطِيهَا وَهِيَ تَلْتَقِطُ، تَبْسُطُ يَدَكَ لَهَا فَتَشْبَعُ خَيْراً. | ٢٨ |
29 Thou hidest Thy face — they are troubled, Thou gatherest their spirit — they expire, And unto their dust they turn back.
| تَحْجُبُ عَنْهَا وَجْهَكَ فَتَفْزَعُ. تَقْبِضُ أَرْوَاحَهَا فَتَمُوتُ، وَإِلَى تُرَابِهَا تَعُودُ. | ٢٩ |
30 Thou sendest out Thy Spirit, they are created, And Thou renewest the face of the ground.
| تُرْسِلُ رُوحَكَ فَتُخْلَقُ ثَانِيَةً وَتُجَدِّدُ وَجْهَ الأَرْضِ. | ٣٠ |
31 The honour of Jehovah is to the age, Jehovah rejoiceth in His works,
| مَجْدُ الرَّبِّ يَدُومُ إِلَى الأَبَدِ. الرَّبُّ يَفْرَحُ بِأَعْمَالِهِ. | ٣١ |
32 Who is looking to earth, and it trembleth, He cometh against hills, and they smoke.
| يَنْظُرُ إِلَى الأَرْضِ فَتَرْتَجِفُ، يَمَسُّ الْجِبَالَ فَتَمْتَلِئُ دُخَاناً | ٣٢ |
33 I sing to Jehovah during my life, I sing praise to my God while I exist.
| أُرَنِّمُ لِلرَّبِّ وَأَشْدُو لإِلَهِي مَادُمْتُ حَيًّا. | ٣٣ |
34 Sweet is my meditation on Him, I — I do rejoice in Jehovah.
| فَيَلَذُّ لَهُ نَشِيدِي، وَأَنَا أَفْرَحُ بِالرَّبِّ. | ٣٤ |
35 Consumed are sinners from the earth, And the wicked are no more. Bless, O my soul, Jehovah. Praise ye Jehovah!
| لِيَنْقَطِعِ الْخُطَاةُ مِنَ الأَرْضِ، وَلْيَبِدِ الأَشْرَارُ. بَارِكِي يَا نَفْسِي الرَّبَّ. هَلِّلُويَا. | ٣٥ |
