< اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 129 >
تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ «كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي». لِيَقُلْ إِسْرَائِيلُ: | ١ 1 |
“A song of the degrees.” Many a time have they assailed me from my youth, so should Israel say;
«كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي، لَكِنْ لَمْ يَقْدِرُوا عَلَيَّ. | ٢ 2 |
Many a time have they assailed me from my youth: yet have they not prevailed against me.
عَلَى ظَهْرِي حَرَثَ ٱلْحُرَّاثُ. طَوَّلُوا أَتْلَامَهُمْ». | ٣ 3 |
Upon my back have ploughmen ploughed; they have drawn long their furrows:
ٱلرَّبُّ صِدِّيقٌ. قَطَعَ رُبُطَ ٱلْأَشْرَارِ. | ٤ 4 |
[Yet] the Lord is righteous; he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيَرْتَدَّ إِلَى ٱلْوَرَاءِ كُلُّ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ. | ٥ 5 |
May all be put to shame and turned backward that hate Zion;
لِيَكُونُوا كَعُشْبِ ٱلسُّطُوحِ ٱلَّذِي يَيْبَسُ قَبْلَ أَنْ يُقْلَعَ، | ٦ 6 |
May they become like the grass of the roofs, which withereth before it is pulled up;
ٱلَّذِي لَا يَمْلَأُ ٱلْحَاصِدُ كَفَّهُ مِنْهُ وَلَا ٱلْمُحَزِّمُ حِضْنَهُ. | ٧ 7 |
Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor his arm he that bindeth sheaves.
وَلَا يَقُولُ ٱلْعَابِرُونَ: «بَرَكَةُ ٱلرَّبِّ عَلَيْكُمْ. بَارَكْنَاكُمْ بِٱسْمِ ٱلرَّبِّ». | ٨ 8 |
Nor do they who pass by say, The blessing of the Lord be with you: we bless you in the name of the Lord.