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تَسْبِيحَةٌ. مَزْمُورٌ لِبَنِي قُورَحَ. لِإِمَامِ ٱلْمُغَنِّينَ عَلَى «ٱلْعُودِ» لِلْغِنَاءِ. قَصِيدَةٌ لِهَيْمَانَ ٱلْأَزْرَاحِيِّ يَارَبُّ إِلَهَ خَلَاصِي، بِٱلنَّهَارِ وَٱللَّيْلِ صَرَخْتُ أَمَامَكَ، ١ 1
A Song, a psalm of the Korahites. To the leader: according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord my God, I cry for help in the day-time, in the night my cry is before you;
فَلْتَأْتِ قُدَّامَكَ صَلَاتِي. أَمِلْ أُذُنَكَ إِلَى صُرَاخِي، ٢ 2
let my prayer come into your presence, incline your ear to my cry.
لِأَنَّهُ قَدْ شَبِعَتْ مِنَ ٱلْمَصَائِبِ نَفْسِي، وَحَيَاتِي إِلَى ٱلْهَاوِيَةِ دَنَتْ. (Sheol h7585) ٣ 3
For I am sated with sorrow, my life draws near to Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
حُسِبْتُ مِثْلَ ٱلْمُنْحَدِرِينَ إِلَى ٱلْجُبِّ. صِرْتُ كَرَجُلٍ لَا قُوَّةَ لَهُ. ٤ 4
I am counted with those who go down to the pit; without strength am I.
بَيْنَ ٱلْأَمْوَاتِ فِرَاشِي مِثْلُ ٱلْقَتْلَى ٱلْمُضْطَجِعِينَ فِي ٱلْقَبْرِ، ٱلَّذِينَ لَا تَذْكُرُهُمْ بَعْدُ، وَهُمْ مِنْ يَدِكَ ٱنْقَطَعُوا. ٥ 5
My home is among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom you remember no more cut off as they are from your hand.
وَضَعْتَنِي فِي ٱلْجُبِّ ٱلْأَسْفَلِ، فِي ظُلُمَاتٍ، فِي أَعْمَاقٍ. ٦ 6
In the deepest pit you have put me, in shadows deep and dark.
عَلَيَّ ٱسْتَقَرَّ غَضَبُكَ، وَبِكُلِّ تَيَّارَاتِكَ ذَلَّلْتَنِي. سِلَاهْ. ٧ 7
Your wrath lies heavy upon me, waves of your anger roll over me. (Selah)
أَبْعَدْتَ عَنِّي مَعَارِفِي. جَعَلْتَنِي رِجْسًا لَهُمْ. أُغْلِقَ عَلَيَّ فَمَا أَخْرُجُ. ٨ 8
You have put my friends far from me, you have made them shun me. I am shut in, and cannot escape,
عَيْنِي ذَابَتْ مِنَ ٱلذُّلِّ. دَعَوْتُكَ يَارَبُّ كُلَّ يَوْمٍ. بَسَطْتُ إِلَيْكَ يَدَيَّ. ٩ 9
my eyes are wasted with sorrow. I call on you, Lord, every day, spreading my hands out to you.
أَفَلَعَلَّكَ لِلْأَمْوَاتِ تَصْنَعُ عَجَائِبَ؟ أَمِ ٱلْأَخِيلَةُ تَقُومُ تُمَجِّدُكَ؟ سِلَاهْ. ١٠ 10
For the dead can you work wonders? Can the shades rise again to praise you? (Selah)
هَلْ يُحَدَّثُ فِي ٱلْقَبْرِ بِرَحْمَتِكَ، أَوْ بِحَقِّكَ فِي ٱلْهَلَاكِ؟ ١١ 11
Can your kindness be told in the grave, your faithfulness in the tomb?
هَلْ تُعْرَفُ فِي ٱلظُّلْمَةِ عَجَائِبُكَ، وَبِرُّكَ فِي أَرْضِ ٱلنِّسْيَانِ؟ ١٢ 12
Can your wonders be known in the darkness, or your help in the land of forgetfulness?
أَمَّا أَنَا فَإِلَيْكَ يَارَبُّ صَرَخْتُ، وَفِي ٱلْغَدَاةِ صَلَاتِي تَتَقَدَّمُكَ. ١٣ 13
I cry for help to you, in the morning my prayer comes before you.
لِمَاذَا يَارَبُّ تَرْفُضُ نَفْسِي؟ لِمَاذَا تَحْجُبُ وَجْهَكَ عَنِّي؟ ١٤ 14
Why, O Lord, do you spurn me, and hide your face from me?
أَنَا مِسْكِينٌ وَمُسَلِّمُ ٱلرُّوحِ مُنْذُ صِبَايَ. ٱحْتَمَلْتُ أَهْوَالَكَ. تَحَيَّرْتُ. ١٥ 15
From my youth I am wretched and dying, I am numbed by the terrors I bear.
عَلَيَّ عَبَرَ سَخَطُكَ. أَهْوَالُكَ أَهْلَكَتْنِي. ١٦ 16
The fires of your wrath have passed over me, your terrors destroy me,
أَحَاطَتْ بِي كَٱلْمِيَاهِ ٱلْيَوْمَ كُلَّهُ. ٱكْتَنَفَتْنِي مَعًا. ١٧ 17
surging around me forever, hemming me in altogether.
أَبْعَدْتَ عَنِّي مُحِبًّا وَصَاحِبًا. مَعَارِفِي فِي ٱلظُّلْمَةِ. ١٨ 18
Those who love me you put far from me; the dark is my only friend.

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