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تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ «كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي». لِيَقُلْ إِسْرَائِيلُ: ١ 1
A Song of Degrees. Many a time have they warred against me from my youth, let Israel now say:
«كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي، لَكِنْ لَمْ يَقْدِرُوا عَلَيَّ. ٢ 2
Many a time have they warred against me from my youth: and yet they prevailed not against me.
عَلَى ظَهْرِي حَرَثَ ٱلْحُرَّاثُ. طَوَّلُوا أَتْلَامَهُمْ». ٣ 3
The sinners wrought upon my back: they prolonged their iniquity.
ٱلرَّبُّ صِدِّيقٌ. قَطَعَ رُبُطَ ٱلْأَشْرَارِ. ٤ 4
The righteous Lord has cut asunder the necks of sinners.
فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيَرْتَدَّ إِلَى ٱلْوَرَاءِ كُلُّ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ. ٥ 5
Let all that hate Sion be put to shame and turned back.
لِيَكُونُوا كَعُشْبِ ٱلسُّطُوحِ ٱلَّذِي يَيْبَسُ قَبْلَ أَنْ يُقْلَعَ، ٦ 6
Let them be as the grass of the housetops, which withers before it is plucked up.
ٱلَّذِي لَا يَمْلَأُ ٱلْحَاصِدُ كَفَّهُ مِنْهُ وَلَا ٱلْمُحَزِّمُ حِضْنَهُ. ٧ 7
Wherewith the reaper fills not his hand, nor he that makes up the sheaves, his bosom.
وَلَا يَقُولُ ٱلْعَابِرُونَ: «بَرَكَةُ ٱلرَّبِّ عَلَيْكُمْ. بَارَكْنَاكُمْ بِٱسْمِ ٱلرَّبِّ». ٨ 8
Neither do they that go by say, The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.

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