اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 2
| لِمَاذَا ٱرْتَجَّتِ ٱلْأُمَمُ، وَتَفَكَّرَ ٱلشُّعُوبُ فِي ٱلْبَاطِلِ؟ | ١ 1 |
Whi gnastiden with teeth hethene men; and puplis thouyten veyn thingis?
| قَامَ مُلُوكُ ٱلْأَرْضِ، وَتَآمَرَ ٱلرُّؤَسَاءُ مَعًا عَلَى ٱلرَّبِّ وَعَلَى مَسِيحِهِ، قَائِلِينَ: | ٢ 2 |
The kyngis of erthe stoden togidere; and princes camen togidere ayens the Lord, and ayens his Crist?
| «لِنَقْطَعْ قُيُودَهُمَا، وَلْنَطْرَحْ عَنَّا رُبُطَهُمَا». | ٣ 3 |
Breke we the bondis of hem; and cast we awei the yok of hem fro vs.
| اَلسَّاكِنُ فِي ٱلسَّمَاوَاتِ يَضْحَكُ. ٱلرَّبُّ يَسْتَهْزِئُ بِهِمْ. | ٤ 4 |
He that dwellith in heuenes schal scorne hem; and the Lord schal bimowe hem.
| حِينَئِذٍ يَتَكَلَّمُ عَلَيْهِمْ بِغَضَبِهِ، وَيَرْجُفُهُمْ بِغَيْظِهِ. | ٥ 5 |
Thanne he schal speke to hem in his ire; and he schal disturble hem in his stronge veniaunce.
| «أَمَّا أَنَا فَقَدْ مَسَحْتُ مَلِكِي عَلَى صِهْيَوْنَ جَبَلِ قُدْسِي». | ٦ 6 |
Forsothe Y am maad of hym a kyng on Syon, his hooli hil; prechynge his comaundement.
| إِنِّي أُخْبِرُ مِنْ جِهَةِ قَضَاءِ ٱلرَّبِّ: قَالَ لِي: «أَنْتَ ٱبْنِي، أَنَا ٱلْيَوْمَ وَلَدْتُكَ. | ٧ 7 |
The Lord seide to me, Thou art my sone; Y haue gendrid thee to dai.
| ٱسْأَلْنِي فَأُعْطِيَكَ ٱلْأُمَمَ مِيرَاثًا لَكَ، وَأَقَاصِيَ ٱلْأَرْضِ مُلْكًا لَكَ. | ٨ 8 |
Axe thou of me, and Y schal yyue to thee hethene men thin eritage; and thi possessioun the termes of erthe.
| تُحَطِّمُهُمْ بِقَضِيبٍ مِنْ حَدِيدٍ. مِثْلَ إِنَاءِ خَزَّافٍ تُكَسِّرُهُمْ». | ٩ 9 |
Thou schalt gouerne hem in an yrun yerde; and thou schalt breke hem as the vessel of a pottere.
| فَٱلْآنَ يَا أَيُّهَا ٱلْمُلُوكُ تَعَقَّلُوا. تَأَدَّبُوا يَا قُضَاةَ ٱلْأَرْضِ. | ١٠ 10 |
And now, ye kyngis, vndurstonde; ye that demen the erthe, be lerud.
| ٱعْبُدُوا ٱلرَّبَّ بِخَوْفٍ، وَٱهْتِفُوا بِرَعْدَةٍ. | ١١ 11 |
Serue ye the Lord with drede; and make ye ful ioye to hym with tremblyng.
| قَبِّلُوا ٱلِٱبْنَ لِئَلَّا يَغْضَبَ فَتَبِيدُوا مِنَ ٱلطَّرِيقِ. لِأَنَّهُ عَنْ قَلِيلٍ يَتَّقِدُ غَضَبُهُ. طُوبَى لِجَمِيعِ ٱلْمُتَّكِلِينَ عَلَيْهِ. | ١٢ 12 |
Take ye lore; lest the Lord be wrooth sumtyme, and lest ye perischen fro iust waie. Whanne his `ire brenneth out in schort tyme; blessed ben alle thei, that tristen in hym.
