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لِدَاوُدَ مُبَارَكٌ ٱلرَّبُّ صَخْرَتِي، ٱلَّذِي يُعَلِّمُ يَدَيَّ ٱلْقِتَالَ وَأَصَابِعِي ٱلْحَرْبَ. | ١ 1 |
David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
رَحْمَتِي وَمَلْجَإِي، صَرْحِي وَمُنْقِذِي، مِجَنِّي وَٱلَّذِي عَلَيْهِ تَوَكَّلْتُ، ٱلْمُخْضِعُ شَعْبِي تَحْتِي. | ٢ 2 |
My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer—mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, —He that subdueth my people under me.
يَارَبُّ، أَيُّ شَيْءٍ هُوَ ٱلْإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْرِفَهُ، أَوِ ٱبْنُ ٱلْإِنْسَانِ حَتَّى تَفْتَكِرَ بِهِ؟ | ٣ 3 |
O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, —the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:
ٱلْإِنْسَانُ أَشْبَهَ نَفْخَةً. أَيَّامُهُ مِثْلُ ظِلٍّ عَابِرٍ. | ٤ 4 |
The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
يَارَبُّ، طَأْطِئْ سَمَاوَاتِكَ وَٱنْزِلِ. ٱلْمِسِ ٱلْجِبَالَ فَتُدَخِّنَ. | ٥ 5 |
O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
أَبْرِقْ بُرُوقًا وَبَدِّدْهُمْ. أَرْسِلْ سِهَامَكَ وَأَزْعِجْهُمْ. | ٦ 6 |
Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
أَرْسِلْ يَدَكَ مِنَ ٱلْعَلَاءِ. أَنْقِذْنِي وَنَجِّنِي مِنَ ٱلْمِيَاهِ ٱلْكَثِيرَةِ، مِنْ أَيْدِي ٱلْغُرَبَاءِ | ٧ 7 |
Put forth thy hands from on high: —Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,
ٱلَّذِينَ تَكَلَّمَتْ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِٱلْبَاطِلِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ كَذِبٍ. | ٨ 8 |
Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
يَا ٱللهُ، أُرَنِّمُ لَكَ تَرْنِيمَةً جَدِيدَةً. بِرَبَابٍ ذَاتِ عَشَرَةِ أَوْتَارٍ أُرَنِّمُ لَكَ. | ٩ 9 |
O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
ٱلْمُعْطِي خَلَاصًا لِلْمُلُوكِ. ٱلْمُنْقِذُ دَاوُدَ عَبْدَهُ مِنَ ٱلسَّيْفِ ٱلسُّوءِ. | ١٠ 10 |
Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
أَنْقِذْنِي وَنَجِّنِي مِنْ أَيْدِي ٱلْغُرَبَاءِ، ٱلَّذِينَ تَكَلَّمَتْ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِٱلْبَاطِلِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ كَذِبٍ. | ١١ 11 |
Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien, —whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood: —
لِكَيْ يَكُونَ بَنُونَا مِثْلَ ٱلْغُرُوسِ ٱلنَّامِيَةِ فِي شَبِيبَتِهَا. بَنَاتُنَا كَأَعْمِدَةِ ٱلزَّوَايَا مَنْحُوتَاتٍ حَسَبَ بِنَاءِ هَيْكَلٍ. | ١٢ 12 |
That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction of a palace:
أَهْرَاؤُنَا مَلآنَةً تَفِيضُ مِنْ صِنْفٍ فَصِنْفٍ. أَغْنَامُنَا تُنْتِجُ أُلُوفًا وَرِبْوَاتٍ فِي شَوَارِعِنَا. | ١٣ 13 |
Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
بَقَرُنَا مُحَمَّلَةً. لَا ٱقْتِحَامَ وَلَا هُجُومَ، وَلَا شَكْوَى فِي شَوَارِعِنَا. | ١٤ 14 |
Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
طُوبَى لِلشَّعْبِ ٱلَّذِي لَهُ كَهَذَا. طُوبَى لِلشَّعْبِ ٱلَّذِي ٱلرَّبُّ إِلَهُهُ. | ١٥ 15 |
How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!