< اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 129 >
تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ «كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي». لِيَقُلْ إِسْرَائِيلُ: | ١ 1 |
A song of ascents. “Often since my youth they have attacked me,” let Israel say.
«كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي، لَكِنْ لَمْ يَقْدِرُوا عَلَيَّ. | ٢ 2 |
“Often since my youth they have attacked me, yet they have not defeated me.
عَلَى ظَهْرِي حَرَثَ ٱلْحُرَّاثُ. طَوَّلُوا أَتْلَامَهُمْ». | ٣ 3 |
The plowers plowed on my back; they made their furrows long.
ٱلرَّبُّ صِدِّيقٌ. قَطَعَ رُبُطَ ٱلْأَشْرَارِ. | ٤ 4 |
Yahweh is righteous; he has cut the ropes of the wicked.”
فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيَرْتَدَّ إِلَى ٱلْوَرَاءِ كُلُّ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ. | ٥ 5 |
May they all be put to shame and turned back, those who hate Zion.
لِيَكُونُوا كَعُشْبِ ٱلسُّطُوحِ ٱلَّذِي يَيْبَسُ قَبْلَ أَنْ يُقْلَعَ، | ٦ 6 |
May they be like the grass on the housetops that withers before it grows up,
ٱلَّذِي لَا يَمْلَأُ ٱلْحَاصِدُ كَفَّهُ مِنْهُ وَلَا ٱلْمُحَزِّمُ حِضْنَهُ. | ٧ 7 |
that cannot fill the reaper's hand or the chest of the one who binds bundles of grain together.
وَلَا يَقُولُ ٱلْعَابِرُونَ: «بَرَكَةُ ٱلرَّبِّ عَلَيْكُمْ. بَارَكْنَاكُمْ بِٱسْمِ ٱلرَّبِّ». | ٨ 8 |
May those who pass by not say, “May the blessing of Yahweh be on you; we bless you in the name of Yahweh.”