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مَزْمُورٌ أُغْنِيَةُ تَدْشِينِ اَلْبَيْتِ. لِدَاوُدَ أُعَظِّمُكَ يَارَبُّ لِأَنَّكَ نَشَلْتَنِي وَلَمْ تُشْمِتْ بِي أَعْدَائِي. ١ 1
A Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
يَارَبُّ إِلَهِي، ٱسْتَغَثْتُ بِكَ فَشَفَيْتَنِي. ٢ 2
O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
يَارَبُّ، أَصْعَدْتَ مِنَ ٱلْهَاوِيَةِ نَفْسِي. أَحْيَيْتَنِي مِنْ بَيْنِ ٱلْهَابِطِينَ فِي ٱلْجُبِّ. (Sheol h7585) ٣ 3
O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
رَنِّمُوا لِلرَّبِّ يَا أَتْقِيَاءَهُ، وَٱحْمَدُوا ذِكْرَ قُدْسِهِ. ٤ 4
Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.
لِأَنَّ لِلَحْظَةٍ غَضَبَهُ. حَيَاةٌ فِي رِضَاهُ. عِنْدَ ٱلْمَسَاءِ يَبِيتُ ٱلْبُكَاءُ، وَفِي ٱلصَّبَاحِ تَرَنُّمٌ. ٥ 5
For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!
وَأَنَا قُلْتُ فِي طُمَأْنِينَتِي: «لَا أَتَزَعْزَعُ إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ». ٦ 6
But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
يَارَبُّ، بِرِضَاكَ ثَبَّتَّ لِجَبَلِي عِزًّا. حَجَبْتَ وَجْهَكَ فَصِرْتُ مُرْتَاعًا. ٧ 7
O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
إِلَيْكَ يَارَبُّ أَصْرُخُ، وإِلَى ٱلسَّيِّدِ أَتَضَرَّعُ ٨ 8
Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
مَا ٱلْفَائِدَةُ مِنْ دَمِي إِذَا نَزَلْتُ إِلَى ٱلْحُفْرَةِ؟ هَلْ يَحْمَدُكَ ٱلتُّرَابُ؟ هَلْ يُخْبِرُ بِحَقِّكَ؟ ٩ 9
What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
ٱسْتَمِعْ يَارَبُّ وَٱرْحَمْنِي. يَارَبُّ، كُنْ مُعِينًا لِي. ١٠ 10
Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
حَوَّلْتَ نَوْحِي إِلَى رَقْصٍ لِي. حَلَلْتَ مِسْحِي وَمَنْطَقْتَنِي فَرَحًا، ١١ 11
Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:
لِكَيْ تَتَرَنَّمَ لَكَ رُوحِي وَلَا تَسْكُتَ. يَارَبُّ إِلَهِي، إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ أَحْمَدُكَ. ١٢ 12
To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.

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