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تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ. لِسُلَيْمَانَ إِنْ لَمْ يَبْنِ ٱلرَّبُّ ٱلْبَيْتَ، فَبَاطِلًا يَتْعَبُ ٱلْبَنَّاؤُونَ. إِنْ لَمْ يَحْفَظِ ٱلرَّبُّ ٱلْمَدِينَةَ، فَبَاطِلًا يَسْهَرُ ٱلْحَارِسُ. ١ 1
A song of ascents. Of Solomon. Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labour in vain. Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman wakes in vain.
بَاطِلٌ هُوَ لَكُمْ أَنْ تُبَكِّرُوا إِلَى ٱلْقِيَامِ، مُؤَخِّرِينَ ٱلْجُلُوسَ، آكِلِينَ خُبْزَ ٱلْأَتْعَابِ. لَكِنَّهُ يُعْطِي حَبِيبَهُ نَوْمًا. ٢ 2
In vain you rise early, and finish so late, and so eat sorrow’s bread; for he cares for his loved ones in their sleep.
هُوَذَا ٱلْبَنُونَ مِيرَاثٌ مِنْ عِنْدِ ٱلرَّبِّ، ثَمَرَةُ ٱلْبَطْنِ أُجْرَةٌ. ٣ 3
Children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb, a reward.
كَسِهَامٍ بِيَدِ جَبَّارٍ، هَكَذَا أَبْنَاءُ ٱلشَّبِيبَةِ. ٤ 4
Like arrows wielded by warriors, are the children of youth.
طُوبَى لِلَّذِي مَلَأَ جَعْبَتَهُ مِنْهُمْ. لَا يَخْزَوْنَ بَلْ يُكَلِّمُونَ ٱلْأَعْدَاءَ فِي ٱلْبَابِ. ٥ 5
Happy the man who has filled his quiver full of them. He will not be ashamed when he speaks with enemies in the gate.

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