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مَزْمُورٌ أُغْنِيَةُ تَدْشِينِ اَلْبَيْتِ. لِدَاوُدَ أُعَظِّمُكَ يَارَبُّ لِأَنَّكَ نَشَلْتَنِي وَلَمْ تُشْمِتْ بِي أَعْدَائِي. ١ 1
For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.
يَارَبُّ إِلَهِي، ٱسْتَغَثْتُ بِكَ فَشَفَيْتَنِي. ٢ 2
O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.
يَارَبُّ، أَصْعَدْتَ مِنَ ٱلْهَاوِيَةِ نَفْسِي. أَحْيَيْتَنِي مِنْ بَيْنِ ٱلْهَابِطِينَ فِي ٱلْجُبِّ. (Sheol h7585) ٣ 3
O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [among] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
رَنِّمُوا لِلرَّبِّ يَا أَتْقِيَاءَهُ، وَٱحْمَدُوا ذِكْرَ قُدْسِهِ. ٤ 4
Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
لِأَنَّ لِلَحْظَةٍ غَضَبَهُ. حَيَاةٌ فِي رِضَاهُ. عِنْدَ ٱلْمَسَاءِ يَبِيتُ ٱلْبُكَاءُ، وَفِي ٱلصَّبَاحِ تَرَنُّمٌ. ٥ 5
For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favor: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
وَأَنَا قُلْتُ فِي طُمَأْنِينَتِي: «لَا أَتَزَعْزَعُ إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ». ٦ 6
And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
يَارَبُّ، بِرِضَاكَ ثَبَّتَّ لِجَبَلِي عِزًّا. حَجَبْتَ وَجْهَكَ فَصِرْتُ مُرْتَاعًا. ٧ 7
O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.
إِلَيْكَ يَارَبُّ أَصْرُخُ، وإِلَى ٱلسَّيِّدِ أَتَضَرَّعُ ٨ 8
To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
مَا ٱلْفَائِدَةُ مِنْ دَمِي إِذَا نَزَلْتُ إِلَى ٱلْحُفْرَةِ؟ هَلْ يَحْمَدُكَ ٱلتُّرَابُ؟ هَلْ يُخْبِرُ بِحَقِّكَ؟ ٩ 9
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?
ٱسْتَمِعْ يَارَبُّ وَٱرْحَمْنِي. يَارَبُّ، كُنْ مُعِينًا لِي. ١٠ 10
The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
حَوَّلْتَ نَوْحِي إِلَى رَقْصٍ لِي. حَلَلْتَ مِسْحِي وَمَنْطَقْتَنِي فَرَحًا، ١١ 11
You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
لِكَيْ تَتَرَنَّمَ لَكَ رُوحِي وَلَا تَسْكُتَ. يَارَبُّ إِلَهِي، إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ أَحْمَدُكَ. ١٢ 12
that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.

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