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قَصِيدَةٌ لِدَاوُدَ لَمَّا كَانَ فِي ٱلْمَغَارَةِ. صَلَاةٌ بِصَوْتِي إِلَى ٱلرَّبِّ أَصْرُخُ. بِصَوْتِي إِلَى ٱلرَّبِّ أَتَضَرَّعُ. ١ 1
“A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.” With my voice I cry unto the Lord: with my voice I make supplication unto the Lord.
أَسْكُبُ أَمَامَهُ شَكْوَايَ. بِضِيقِيْ قُدَّامَهُ أُخْبِرُ. ٢ 2
I pour out before him my grief: my distress I recite before him.
عِنْدَ مَا أَعْيَتْ رُوحِي فِيَّ، وَأَنْتَ عَرَفْتَ مَسْلَكِي. فِي ٱلطَّرِيقِ ٱلَّتِي أَسْلُكُ أَخْفَوْا لِي فَخًّا. ٣ 3
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me—and thou knowest well my path—on the way whereon I desired to walk they had secretly laid a snare for me.
ٱنْظُرْ إِلَى ٱلْيَمِينِ وَأَبْصِرْ، فَلَيْسَ لِي عَارِفٌ. بَادَ عَنِّي ٱلْمَنَاصُ. لَيْسَ مَنْ يَسْأَلُ عَنْ نَفْسِي. ٤ 4
Look to the right, and behold, yea, there is no man that recognizeth me: [every] refuge is lost to me; there is no one that careth for my soul.
صَرَخْتُ إِلَيْكَ يَارَبُّ. قُلْتُ: «أَنْتَ مَلْجَإِي، نَصِيبِي فِي أَرْضِ ٱلْأَحْيَاءِ». ٥ 5
I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of life.
أَصْغِ إِلَى صُرَاخِي، لِأَنِّي قَدْ تَذَلَّلْتُ جِدًّا. نَجِّنِي مِنْ مُضْطَهِدِيَّ، لِأَنَّهُمْ أَشَدُّ مِنِّي. ٦ 6
Listen unto my entreaty; for I am very miserable: deliver me from my pursuers; for they are too mighty for me.
أَخْرِجْ مِنَ ٱلْحَبْسِ نَفْسِي، لِتَحْمِيدِ ٱسْمِكَ. ٱلصِّدِّيقُونَ يَكْتَنِفُونَنِي، لِأَنَّكَ تُحْسِنُ إِلَيَّ. ٧ 7
Bring forth out of prison my soul, that I may thank thy name: with me shall the righteous crown themselves, when thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

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