< اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 131 >
تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ. لِدَاوُدَ يَارَبُّ، لَمْ يَرْتَفِعْ قَلْبِي، وَلَمْ تَسْتَعْلِ عَيْنَايَ، وَلَمْ أَسْلُكْ فِي ٱلْعَظَائِمِ، وَلَا فِي عَجَائِبَ فَوْقِي. | ١ 1 |
A Song of Ascents. By David. Yahweh, my heart isn’t arrogant, nor my eyes lofty; nor do I concern myself with great matters, or things too wonderful for me.
بَلْ هَدَّأْتُ وَسَكَّتُّ نَفْسِي كَفَطِيمٍ نَحْوَ أُمِّهِ. نَفْسِي نَحْوِي كَفَطِيمٍ. | ٢ 2 |
Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
لِيَرْجُ إِسْرَائِيلُ ٱلرَّبَّ مِنَ ٱلْآنَ وَإِلَى ٱلدَّهْرِ. | ٣ 3 |
Israel, hope in Yahweh, from this time forward and forever more.