Psalms 57
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave. Be merciful to me, God, be merciful to me, for my soul takes refuge in you. Yes, in the shadow of your wings, I will take refuge, until disaster has passed.
| لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ – عَلَى لَا تُهْلِكْ. قَصِيدَةٌ ذَهَبِيَّةٌ لِدَاوُدَ عِنْدَمَا هَرَبَ مِنْ شَاوُلَ إِلَى دَاخِلِ الْمَغَارَةِ. ارْحَمْنِي يَا اللهُ ارْحَمْنِي، لأَنَّ بِكَ لاذَتْ نَفْسِي، وَبِظِلِّ جَنَاحَيْكَ أَحْتَمِي إِلَى أَنْ تَعْبُرَ الْمَصَائِبُ. | ١ |
2 I cry out to God Most High, to God who accomplishes my requests for me.
| أَصْرُخُ إِلَى اللهِ الْعَلِيِّ، الَّذِي يُتَمِّمُ لِي مَقَاصِدَهُ، | ٢ |
3 He will send from heaven, and save me, he rebukes the one who is pursuing me. (Selah) God will send out his loving kindness and his truth.
| فَيُرْسِلُ مِنَ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَيُخَلِّصُنِي، وَيَمْلَأُ بِالْخِزْيِ مَنْ يُرِيدُ أَنْ يَفْتَرِسَنِي. يُرْسِلُ اللهُ رَحْمَتَهُ وَحَقَّهُ. | ٣ |
4 My soul is among lions. I lie among those who are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
| حِينَ أَرْقُدُ بَيْنَ نَافِثِي السُّمُومِ مِنْ بَنِي الْبَشَرِ أَجِدُ نَفْسِي بَيْنَ الأُسُودِ الْمُفْتَرِسَةِ؛ أَنْيَابُهُمْ كَالرِّمَاحِ وَالسِّهَامِ، وَأَلْسِنَتُهُمْ كَالسُّيُوفِ الْحَادَّةِ. | ٤ |
5 Be exalted, God, above the heavens! Let your glory be above all the earth!
| لِتَتَعَالَ يَا اللهُ عَلَى السَّمَاوَاتِ وَلْيَرْتَفِعْ مَجْدُكَ عَلَى الأَرْضِ كُلِّهَا. | ٥ |
6 They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into the middle of it themselves. (Selah)
| نَصَبُوا شَبَكَةً لِخُطْوَاتِي، فَانْحَنَتْ نَفْسِي. حَفَرُوا أَمَامِي حُفْرَةً فَسَقَطُوا هُمْ فِيهَا. | ٦ |
7 My heart is steadfast, God. My heart is steadfast. I will sing, yes, I will sing praises.
| ثَابِتٌ قَلْبِي يَا اللهُ، ثَابِتٌ قَلْبِي. أَشْدُو وَأُرَنِّمُ. | ٧ |
8 Wake up, my glory! Wake up, lute and harp! I will wake up the dawn.
| اسْتَيْقِظِي يَا نَفْسِي. اسْتَيْقِظِي يَا رَبَابُ وَيَا عُوْدُ. سَأُوْقِظُ الفَجْرَ عَلَى شَدْوِي. | ٨ |
9 I will give thanks to you, Lord, among the peoples. I will sing praises to you among the nations.
| يَا رَبُّ أَحْمَدُكَ بَيْنَ الشُّعُوبِ وَأَشْدُو لَكَ بَيْنَ الأُمَمِ. | ٩ |
10 For your great loving kindness reaches to the heavens, and your truth to the skies.
| لأَنَّ رَحْمَتَكَ قَدْ عَظُمَتْ إِلَى السَّمَاوَاتِ، وَحَقُّكَ إِلَى الْغَمَامِ. | ١٠ |
11 Be exalted, God, above the heavens. Let your glory be over all the earth.
| ارْتَفِعْ يَا اللهُ عَلَى السَّمَاوَاتِ، وَلْيَرْتَفِعْ مَجْدُكَ عَلَى الأَرْضِ كُلِّهَا. | ١١ |
