اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 129

١ 1 تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ «كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي». لِيَقُلْ إِسْرَائِيلُ:

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

٢ 2 «كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي، لَكِنْ لَمْ يَقْدِرُوا عَلَيَّ.

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

٣ 3 عَلَى ظَهْرِي حَرَثَ ٱلْحُرَّاثُ. طَوَّلُوا أَتْلَامَهُمْ».

The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

٤ 4 ٱلرَّبُّ صِدِّيقٌ. قَطَعَ رُبُطَ ٱلْأَشْرَارِ.

Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

٥ 5 فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيَرْتَدَّ إِلَى ٱلْوَرَاءِ كُلُّ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ.

Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

٦ 6 لِيَكُونُوا كَعُشْبِ ٱلسُّطُوحِ ٱلَّذِي يَيْبَسُ قَبْلَ أَنْ يُقْلَعَ،

Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

٧ 7 ٱلَّذِي لَا يَمْلَأُ ٱلْحَاصِدُ كَفَّهُ مِنْهُ وَلَا ٱلْمُحَزِّمُ حِضْنَهُ.

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

٨ 8 وَلَا يَقُولُ ٱلْعَابِرُونَ: «بَرَكَةُ ٱلرَّبِّ عَلَيْكُمْ. بَارَكْنَاكُمْ بِٱسْمِ ٱلرَّبِّ».

Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!