اَلْمَزَامِيرُ 42

١ 1 لِإِمَامِ ٱلْمُغَنِّينَ. قَصِيدَةٌ لِبَنِي قُورَحَ كَمَا يَشْتَاقُ ٱلْإِيَّلُ إِلَى جَدَاوِلِ ٱلْمِيَاهِ، هَكَذَا تَشْتَاقُ نَفْسِي إِلَيْكَ يَا ٱللهُ.

To the Chief Musician. An Instructive Psalm for the Sons of Korah. As, the hart, cometh panting up to the channels of water, So my soul, panteth for thee, O God.

٢ 2 عَطِشَتْ نَفْسِي إِلَى ٱللهِ، إِلَى ٱلْإِلَهِ ٱلْحَيِّ. مَتَى أَجِيءُ وَأَتَرَاءَى قُدَّامَ ٱللهِ؟

My soul thirsteth for God, for a GOD who liveth, —When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?

٣ 3 صَارَتْ لِي دُمُوعِي خُبْزًا نَهَارًا وَلَيْلًا إِذْ قِيلَ لِي كُلَّ يَوْمٍ: «أَيْنَ إِلَهُكَ؟».

My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

٤ 4 هَذِهِ أَذْكُرُهَا فَأَسْكُبُ نَفْسِي عَلَيَّ: لِأَنِّي كُنْتُ أَمُرُّ مَعَ ٱلْجُمَّاعِ، أَتَدَرَّجُ مَعَهُمْ إِلَى بَيْتِ ٱللهِ بِصَوْتِ تَرَنُّمٍ وَحَمْدٍ، جُمْهُورٌ مُعَيِّدٌ.

These things, I keep calling to mind, and pouring out, over me, my own soul, For I used to cross over with a crowd, Lead them in procession up to the house of God, With the voice of shouting and praise.—a throng keeping festival.

٥ 5 لِمَاذَا أَنْتِ مُنْحَنِيَةٌ يَا نَفْسِي؟ وَلِمَاذَا تَئِنِّينَ فِيَّ؟ ٱرْتَجِي ٱللهَ، لِأَنِّي بَعْدُ أَحْمَدُهُ، لِأَجْلِ خَلَاصِ وَجْهِهِ.

Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And [why] shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.

٦ 6 يَا إِلَهِي، نَفْسِي مُنْحَنِيَةٌ فِيَّ، لِذَلِكَ أَذْكُرُكَ مِنْ أَرْضِ ٱلْأُرْدُنِّ وَجِبَالِ حَرْمُونَ، مِنْ جَبَلِ مِصْعَرَ.

My God! over myself, my soul is cast down, —For this cause, will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

٧ 7 غَمْرٌ يُنَادِي غَمْرًا عِنْدَ صَوْتِ مَيَازِيبِكَ. كُلُّ تَيَّارَاتِكَ وَلُجَجِكَ طَمَتْ عَلَيَّ.

Roaring deep unto roaring deep, is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, have passed.

٨ 8 بِٱلنَّهَارِ يُوصِي ٱلرَّبُّ رَحْمَتَهُ، وَبِاللَّيْلِ تَسْبِيحُهُ عِنْدِي صَلَاةٌ لِإِلَهِ حَيَاتِي.

By day, will Yahweh command his lovingkindness, And, in the night, shall His song be with me, My prayer be to the GOD of my life.

٩ 9 أَقُولُ لِلهِ صَخْرَتِي: «لِمَاذَا نَسِيتَنِي؟ لِمَاذَا أَذْهَبُ حَزِينًا مِنْ مُضَايَقَةِ ٱلْعَدُوِّ؟».

I will say onto GOD, —my rock, Wherefore hast thou forgotten me? Wherefore in gloom should I go, because of oppression by the enemy?

١٠ 10 بِسَحْقٍ فِي عِظَامِي عَيَّرَنِي مُضَايِقِيَّ، بِقَوْلِهِمْ لِي كُلَّ يَوْمٍ: «أَيْنَ إِلَهُكَ؟».

With a crushing of my bones, have my adversaries reproached me, —While they keep saying unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

١١ 11 لِمَاذَا أَنْتِ مُنْحَنِيَةٌ يَا نَفْسِي؟ وَلِمَاذَا تَئِنِّينَ فِيَّ؟ تَرَجَّيِ ٱللهَ، لِأَنِّي بَعْدُ أَحْمَدُهُ، خَلَاصَ وَجْهِي وَإِلَهِي.

Why shouldst thou be sat down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence and my God.