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تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ «كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي». لِيَقُلْ إِسْرَائِيلُ: ١ 1
A song of degrees. They haue often times afflicted me from my youth (may Israel nowe say)
«كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي، لَكِنْ لَمْ يَقْدِرُوا عَلَيَّ. ٢ 2
They haue often times afflicted me from my youth: but they could not preuaile against me.
عَلَى ظَهْرِي حَرَثَ ٱلْحُرَّاثُ. طَوَّلُوا أَتْلَامَهُمْ». ٣ 3
The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.
ٱلرَّبُّ صِدِّيقٌ. قَطَعَ رُبُطَ ٱلْأَشْرَارِ. ٤ 4
But the righteous Lord hath cut the cordes of the wicked.
فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيَرْتَدَّ إِلَى ٱلْوَرَاءِ كُلُّ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ. ٥ 5
They that hate Zion, shalbe all ashamed and turned backward.
لِيَكُونُوا كَعُشْبِ ٱلسُّطُوحِ ٱلَّذِي يَيْبَسُ قَبْلَ أَنْ يُقْلَعَ، ٦ 6
They shalbe as the grasse on the house tops, which withereth afore it commeth forth.
ٱلَّذِي لَا يَمْلَأُ ٱلْحَاصِدُ كَفَّهُ مِنْهُ وَلَا ٱلْمُحَزِّمُ حِضْنَهُ. ٧ 7
Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither the glainer his lap:
وَلَا يَقُولُ ٱلْعَابِرُونَ: «بَرَكَةُ ٱلرَّبِّ عَلَيْكُمْ. بَارَكْنَاكُمْ بِٱسْمِ ٱلرَّبِّ». ٨ 8
Neither they, which go by, say, The blessing of the Lord be vpon you, or, We blesse you in the Name of the Lord.

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