ਜ਼ਬੂਰ 69
1 ੧ ਪ੍ਰਧਾਨ ਵਜਾਉਣ ਵਾਲੇ ਦੇ ਲਈ ਸ਼ੇਸ਼ਤ੍ਰੀਮ ਰਾਗ ਵਿੱਚ ਦਾਊਦ ਦਾ ਗੀਤ। ਹੇ ਪਰਮੇਸ਼ੁਰ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਬਚਾ ਲੈ, ਪਾਣੀ ਮੇਰੀ ਜਾਨ ਤੱਕ ਜੋ ਆਏ ਹਨ!
Unto the end. For those who will be changed: of David. Save me, O God, for the waters have entered, even to my soul.
2 ੨ ਮੈਂ ਡਾਢੇ ਚਿੱਕੜ ਵਿੱਚ ਧੱਸ ਚੱਲਿਆ ਹਾਂ, ਜਿੱਥੇ ਖਲੋਤਾ ਨਹੀਂ ਜਾਂਦਾ, ਮੈਂ ਡੂੰਘੇ ਪਾਣੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਪੈ ਗਿਆ, ਜਿੱਥੇ ਹੜ੍ਹ ਮੇਰੇ ਉੱਤੋਂ ਦੀ ਲੰਘਦਾ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹੈ।
I have become stuck in a deep quagmire, and there is no firm footing. I have arrived at the height of the sea, and a tempest has overwhelmed me.
3 ੩ ਮੈਂ ਪੁਕਾਰਦਾ ਪੁਕਾਰਦਾ ਥੱਕ ਗਿਆ, ਮੇਰਾ ਸੰਘ ਬਹਿ ਗਿਆ, ਆਪਣੇ ਪਰਮੇਸ਼ੁਰ ਨੂੰ ਉਡੀਕਦਿਆਂ-ਉਡੀਕਦਿਆਂ ਮੇਰੀਆਂ ਅੱਖੀਆਂ ਰਹਿ ਗਈਆਂ!
I have endured hardships, while crying out. My jaws have become hoarse; my eyes have failed. Meanwhile, I hope in my God.
4 ੪ ਜਿਹੜੇ ਧਿਗਾਣੇ ਮੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ ਵੈਰ ਰੱਖਦੇ ਹਨ, ਓਹ ਮੇਰੇ ਸਿਰ ਦੇ ਵਾਲਾਂ ਨਾਲੋਂ ਵੀ ਬਹੁਤ ਹਨ, ਮੇਰੇ ਵਾਢੂ ਜਿਹੜੇ ਨਹੱਕ ਮੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ ਵੈਰ ਰੱਖਦੇ ਹਨ ਬਲਵੰਤ ਹਨ, ਜੋ ਮੈਂ ਨਹੀਂ ਲੁੱਟਿਆ, ਓਹ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮੋੜਨਾ ਪਿਆ।
Those who hate me without cause have been multiplied beyond the hairs of my head. My enemies, who persecuted me unjustly, have been strengthened. Then I was required to pay for what I did not take.
O God, you know my foolishness, and my offenses have not been hidden from you.
6 ੬ ਹੇ ਪ੍ਰਭੂ, ਸੈਨਾਂ ਦੇ ਯਹੋਵਾਹ, ਜਿਹੜੇ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਉਡੀਕਦੇ ਹਨ, ਓਹ ਮੇਰੇ ਕਾਰਨ ਲੱਜਿਆਵਾਨ ਨਾ ਹੋਣ! ਹੇ ਇਸਰਾਏਲ ਦੇ ਪਰਮੇਸ਼ੁਰ ਜਿਹੜੇ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਭਾਲਦੇ ਹਨ, ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਦੇ ਮੇਰੇ ਕਾਰਨ ਮੂੰਹ ਕਾਲੇ ਨਾ ਹੋਣ!।
Let those who wait for you, O Lord, the Lord of hosts, not be shamed in me. Let those who seek you, O God of Israel, not be confounded over me.
For because of you, I have endured reproach; confusion has covered my face.
I have become a stranger to my brothers and a sojourner to the sons of my mother.
For zeal for your house has consumed me, and the reproaches of those who reproached you have fallen upon me.
And I covered my soul with fasting, and it has become a reproach to me.
And I put on a haircloth as my garment, and I became a parable to them.
Those who sat at the gate spoke against me, and those who drank wine made me their song.
13 ੧੩ ਪਰ ਹੇ ਯਹੋਵਾਹ, ਮੇਰੀ ਪ੍ਰਾਰਥਨਾ ਠੀਕ ਵੇਲੇ ਸਿਰ ਤੇਰੇ ਹੀ ਅੱਗੇ ਹੈ, ਹੇ ਪਰਮੇਸ਼ੁਰ, ਆਪਣੀ ਡਾਢੀ ਦਯਾ ਨਾਲ, ਅਤੇ ਆਪਣੇ ਸੱਚੇ ਬਚਾਓ ਨਾਲ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਉੱਤਰ ਦੇ।
But as for me, truly, my prayer is to you, O Lord. This time has pleased you well, O God. In the multitude of your mercy, in the truth of your salvation, hear me.
14 ੧੪ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਚਿੱਕੜ ਵਿੱਚੋਂ ਕੱਢ ਲੈ ਕਿ ਮੈਂ ਖੁੱਭ ਨਾ ਜਾਂਵਾਂ, ਮੈਂ ਆਪਣੇ ਵੈਰੀਆਂ ਤੋਂ ਅਤੇ ਡੂੰਘੇ ਪਾਣੀਆਂ ਤੋਂ ਛੁਡਾਇਆ ਜਾਂਵਾਂ!
Rescue me from the quagmire, so that I may not become trapped. Free me from those who hate me and from deep waters.
Do not allow the tempest of water to submerge me, nor the deep to absorb me. And do not allow the well to close in on me.
16 ੧੬ ਹੇ ਯਹੋਵਾਹ, ਮੈਨੂੰ ਉੱਤਰ ਦੇ ਕਿਉਂ ਜੋ ਤੇਰੀ ਦਯਾ ਭਲੀ ਹੈ, ਆਪਣੀਆਂ ਬੇਓੜਕ ਰਹਮਤਾਂ ਦੇ ਅਨੁਸਾਰ ਮੇਰੀ ਵੱਲ ਮੂੰਹ ਕਰ,
Hear me, O Lord, for your mercy is kind. Look upon me, according to the fullness of your compassion.
And do not turn your face away from your servant, for I am in trouble: heed me quickly.
Attend to my soul, and free it. Rescue me, because of my enemies.
You know my reproach, and my confusion, and my reverence.
20 ੨੦ ਨਿੰਦਿਆ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਮੇਰਾ ਦਿਲ ਟੁੱਟ ਗਿਆ ਹੈ ਅਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਮਾਂਦਾ ਹੋ ਗਿਆ, ਮੈਂ ਦਿਲਾਸਾ ਦੇਣ ਵਾਲੇ ਉਡੀਕਦਾ ਰਿਹਾ ਪਰ ਕੋਈ ਹੈ ਨਹੀਂ ਸੀ, ਅਤੇ ਧੀਰਜ ਦੇਣ ਵਾਲੇ, ਪਰ ਓਹ ਵੀ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਨਾ ਮਿਲੇ।
All those who trouble me are in your sight; my heart has anticipated reproach and misery. And I sought for one who might grieve together with me, but there was no one, and for one who might console me, and I found no one.
And they gave me gall for my food. And in my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.
Let their table be a snare before them, and a retribution, and a scandal.
Let their eyes be darkened, so that they may not see, and may their back always be crooked.
Pour out your indignation upon them, and may the fury of your anger take hold of them.
May their dwelling place be deserted, and may there be no one who dwells in their tabernacles.
For they persecuted whomever you struck. And they have added to the grief of my wounds.
Assign an iniquity upon their iniquity, and may they not enter into your justice.
Delete them from the Book of the Living, and let them not be written down with the just.
I am poor and sorrowful, but your salvation, O God, has taken me up.
I will praise the name of God with a canticle, and I will magnify him with praise.
And it will please God more than a new calf producing horns and hoofs.
Let the poor see and rejoice. Seek God, and your soul will live.
For the Lord has heard the poor, and he has not despised his prisoners.
Let the heavens and the earth praise him: the sea, and everything that crawls in it.
35 ੩੫ ਪਰਮੇਸ਼ੁਰ ਸੀਯੋਨ ਨੂੰ ਬਚਾਵੇਗਾ ਅਤੇ ਯਹੂਦਾਹ ਦੇ ਸ਼ਹਿਰ ਬਣਾਵੇਗਾ, ਅਤੇ ਓਹ ਉੱਥੇ ਵੱਸਣਗੇ ਤੇ ਉਸ ਨੂੰ ਆਪਣੇ ਕਬਜ਼ੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਰੱਖਣਗੇ,
For God will save Zion, and the cities of Judah will be built up. And they will dwell there, and they will acquire it by inheritance.
And the offspring of his servants will possess it; and those who love his name will dwell in it.
