اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 129

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

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

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

Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

٣ 3 عَلَى ظَهْرِي حَرَثَ ٱلْحُرَّاثُ. طَوَّلُوا أَتْلَامَهُمْ».

Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

٤ 4 ٱلرَّبُّ صِدِّيقٌ. قَطَعَ رُبُطَ ٱلْأَشْرَارِ.

YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

٥ 5 فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيَرْتَدَّ إِلَى ٱلْوَرَاءِ كُلُّ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ.

All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

٦ 6 لِيَكُونُوا كَعُشْبِ ٱلسُّطُوحِ ٱلَّذِي يَيْبَسُ قَبْلَ أَنْ يُقْلَعَ،

They are as grass of the roofs, That withers before it was drawn out,

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

That has not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

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

And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”