< اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 102 >
صَلَاةٌ لِمِسْكِينٍ إِذَا أَعْيَا وَسَكَبَ شَكْوَاهُ قُدَّامَ ٱللهِ يَارَبُّ، ٱسْتَمِعْ صَلَاتِي، وَلْيَدْخُلْ إِلَيْكَ صُرَاخِي. | ١ 1 |
The prayer: for a weary and suffering person who pours out their grief to the Lord. Hear my prayer, O Lord; let my cry for help come to you.
لَا تَحْجُبْ وَجْهَكَ عَنِّي فِي يَوْمِ ضِيقِي. أَمِلْ إِلَيَّ أُذُنَكَ فِي يَوْمِ أَدْعُوكَ. ٱسْتَجِبْ لِي سَرِيعًا. | ٢ 2 |
Hide not your face from me in the day of my distress. Incline your ear to me: when I call, answer me speedily.
لِأَنَّ أَيَّامِي قَدْ فَنِيَتْ فِي دُخَانٍ، وَعِظَامِي مِثْلُ وَقِيدٍ قَدْ يَبِسَتْ. | ٣ 3 |
For my days pass away like smoke: my bones are burned through as with fire.
مَلْفُوحٌ كَٱلْعُشْبِ وَيَابِسٌ قَلْبِي، حَتَّى سَهَوْتُ عَنْ أَكْلِ خُبْزِي. | ٤ 4 |
My heart is scorched, withered like grass; I forget to eat my bread.
مِنْ صَوْتِ تَنَهُّدِي لَصِقَ عَظْمِي بِلَحْمِي. | ٥ 5 |
By reason of my loud groaning, my flesh clings to my bones.
أَشْبَهْتُ قُوقَ ٱلْبَرِّيَّةِ. صِرْتُ مِثْلَ بُومَةِ ٱلْخِرَبِ. | ٦ 6 |
Like a desert-owl of the wilderness, like an owl among ruins am I.
سَهِدْتُ وَصِرْتُ كَعُصْفُورٍ مُنْفَرِدٍ عَلَى ٱلسَّطْحِ. | ٧ 7 |
I make my sleepless lament like a bird on the house-top alone.
ٱلْيَوْمَ كُلَّهُ عَيَّرَنِي أَعْدَائِيَ. ٱلْحَنِقُونَ عَلَيَّ حَلَفُوا عَلَيَّ. | ٨ 8 |
All the day wild foes revile me, using my name for a curse.
إِنِّي قَدْ أَكَلْتُ ٱلرَّمَادَ مِثْلَ ٱلْخُبْزِ، وَمَزَجْتُ شَرَابِي بِدُمُوعٍ، | ٩ 9 |
For ashes have been my bread, and tears have been mixed with my cup.
بِسَبَبِ غَضَبِكَ وَسَخَطِكَ، لِأَنَّكَ حَمَلْتَنِي وَطَرَحْتَنِي. | ١٠ 10 |
Because of your passionate anger, you did raise me, then hurl me to the ground.
أَيَّامِي كَظِلٍّ مَائِلٍ، وَأَنَا مِثْلُ ٱلْعُشْبِ يَبِسْتُ. | ١١ 11 |
My days come to an end, shadows lengthen, I wither like grass.
أَمَّا أَنْتَ يَارَبُّ فَإِلَى ٱلدَّهْرِ جَالِسٌ، وَذِكْرُكَ إِلَى دَوْرٍ فَدَوْرٍ. | ١٢ 12 |
But you, O Lord, are enthroned forever, your fame endures to all generations.
أَنْتَ تَقُومُ وَتَرْحَمُ صِهْيَوْنَ، لِأَنَّهُ وَقْتُ ٱلرَّأْفَةِ، لِأَنَّهُ جَاءَ ٱلْمِيعَادُ. | ١٣ 13 |
You will arise and have pity on Zion; it’s time to be gracious; her hour has come.
لِأَنَّ عَبِيدَكَ قَدْ سُرُّوا بِحِجَارَتِهَا، وَحَنُّوا إِلَى تُرَابِهَا. | ١٤ 14 |
For even her stones are dear to your servants, even the dust of her ruins they look on with love.
فَتَخْشَى ٱلْأُمَمُ ٱسْمَ ٱلرَّبِّ، وَكُلُّ مُلُوكِ ٱلْأَرْضِ مَجْدَكَ. | ١٥ 15 |
Then the nations will revere the name of the Lord and all the kings of the earth his glory,
إِذَا بَنَى ٱلرَّبُّ صِهْيَوْنَ يُرَى بِمَجْدِهِ. | ١٦ 16 |
when the Lord shall have built up Zion, and revealed himself in his glory,
ٱلْتَفَتَ إِلَى صَلَاةِ ٱلْمُضْطَرِّ، وَلَمْ يَرْذُلْ دُعَاءَهُمْ. | ١٧ 17 |
in response to the prayer of the destitute, whose prayer he will not despise.
يُكْتَبُ هَذَا لِلدَّوْرِ ٱلْآخِرِ، وشَعْبٌ سَوْفَ يُخْلَقُ يُسَبِّحُ ٱلرَّبَّ: | ١٨ 18 |
Let this be recorded for ages to come, that the Lord may be praised by a people yet unborn.
«لِأَنَّهُ أَشْرَفَ مِنْ عُلْوِ قُدْسِهِ. ٱلرَّبُّ مِنَ ٱلسَّمَاءِ إِلَى ٱلْأَرْضِ نَظَرَ، | ١٩ 19 |
For he shall look down from his holy height, from the heavens the Lord will gaze on the earth,
لِيَسْمَعَ أَنِينَ ٱلْأَسِيرِ، لِيُطْلِقَ بَنِي ٱلْمَوْتِ». | ٢٠ 20 |
to hear the groans of the prisoner, to free those who are doomed to die;
لِكَيْ يُحَدَّثَ فِي صِهْيَوْنَ بِٱسْمِ ٱلرَّبِّ، وَبِتَسْبِيحِهِ فِي أُورُشَلِيمَ، | ٢١ 21 |
that people may recount the Lord’s fame in Zion, and the praise of him in Jerusalem,
عِنْدَ ٱجْتِمَاعِ ٱلشُّعُوبِ مَعًا وَٱلْمَمَالِكِ لِعِبَادَةِ ٱلرَّبِّ. | ٢٢ 22 |
when the nations are gathered together, and the kingdoms, to worship the Lord.
ضَعَّفَ فِي ٱلطَّرِيقِ قُوَّتِي، قَصَّرَ أَيَّامِي. | ٢٣ 23 |
He has broken my strength on the way, he has shortened my days.
أَقُولُ: «يَا إِلَهِي، لَا تَقْبِضْنِي فِي نِصْفِ أَيَّامِي. إِلَى دَهْرِ ٱلدُّهُورِ سِنُوكَ. | ٢٤ 24 |
I will say, ‘My God, take me not hence in the midst of my days. ‘Your years endure age after age.
مِنْ قِدَمٍ أَسَّسْتَ ٱلْأَرْضَ، وَٱلسَّمَاوَاتُ هِيَ عَمَلُ يَدَيْكَ. | ٢٥ 25 |
Of old you have founded the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands.
هِيَ تَبِيدُ وَأَنْتَ تَبْقَى، وَكُلُّهَا كَثَوْبٍ تَبْلَى، كَرِدَاءٍ تُغَيِّرُهُنَّ فَتَتَغَيَّرُ. | ٢٦ 26 |
They shall perish; but you do stand. They shall all wax old like a garment, and change as a robe you will change them.
وَأَنْتَ هُوَ وَسِنُوكَ لَنْ تَنْتَهِيَ. | ٢٧ 27 |
But you are the same, your years are endless.
أَبْنَاءُ عَبِيدِكَ يَسْكُنُونَ، وَذُرِّيَّتُهُمْ تُثَبَّتُ أَمَامَكَ». | ٢٨ 28 |
The children of your servants abide, evermore shall their seed be before you.’