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تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ «كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي». لِيَقُلْ إِسْرَائِيلُ: ١ 1
A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:
«كَثِيرًا مَا ضَايَقُونِي مُنْذُ شَبَابِي، لَكِنْ لَمْ يَقْدِرُوا عَلَيَّ. ٢ 2
Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.
عَلَى ظَهْرِي حَرَثَ ٱلْحُرَّاثُ. طَوَّلُوا أَتْلَامَهُمْ». ٣ 3
The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
ٱلرَّبُّ صِدِّيقٌ. قَطَعَ رُبُطَ ٱلْأَشْرَارِ. ٤ 4
The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيَرْتَدَّ إِلَى ٱلْوَرَاءِ كُلُّ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ. ٥ 5
Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.
لِيَكُونُوا كَعُشْبِ ٱلسُّطُوحِ ٱلَّذِي يَيْبَسُ قَبْلَ أَنْ يُقْلَعَ، ٦ 6
Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth before it groweth up:
ٱلَّذِي لَا يَمْلَأُ ٱلْحَاصِدُ كَفَّهُ مِنْهُ وَلَا ٱلْمُحَزِّمُ حِضْنَهُ. ٧ 7
With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.
وَلَا يَقُولُ ٱلْعَابِرُونَ: «بَرَكَةُ ٱلرَّبِّ عَلَيْكُمْ. بَارَكْنَاكُمْ بِٱسْمِ ٱلرَّبِّ». ٨ 8
Neither do they who go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.

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