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تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ إِلَيْكَ رَفَعْتُ عَيْنَيَّ يَا سَاكِنًا فِي ٱلسَّمَاوَاتِ. ١ 1
A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I have lifted up my eyes to You, O dweller in the heavens.
هُوَذَا كَمَا أَنَّ عُيُونَ ٱلْعَبِيدِ نَحْوَ أَيْدِي سَادَتِهِمْ، كَمَا أَنَّ عَيْنَيِ ٱلْجَارِيَةِ نَحْوَ يَدِ سَيِّدَتِهَا، هَكَذَا عُيُونُنَا نَحْوَ ٱلرَّبِّ إِلَهِنَا حَتَّى يَتَرَأَّفَ عَلَيْنَا. ٢ 2
Behold, as eyes of menservants [Are] to the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maidservant [Are] to the hand of her mistress, So [are] our eyes to our God YHWH, Until He favors us.
ٱرْحَمْنَا يَارَبُّ ٱرْحَمْنَا، لِأَنَّنَا كَثِيرًا مَا ٱمْتَلَأْنَا هَوَانًا. ٣ 3
Favor us, O YHWH, favor us, For we have been greatly filled with contempt,
كَثِيرًا مَا شَبِعَتْ أَنْفُسُنَا مِنْ هُزْءِ ٱلْمُسْتَرِيحِينَ وَإِهَانَةِ ٱلْمُسْتَكْبِرِينَ. ٤ 4
Our soul has been greatly filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!

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