Psalms 144

1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.

1 مُبَارَكٌ الرَّبُّ صَخْرَتِي، الَّذِي يُدَرِّبُ يَدَيَّ عَلَى الْقِتَالِ وَأَصَابِعِي عَلَى الْحَرْبِ.

2 He is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer. He is my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.

2 هُوَ رَحْمَتِي وَمَعْقِلِي، حِصْنِي وَمُنْقِذِي، تُرْسِي وَمُتَّكَلِي، وَالْمُخْضِعُ شَعْبِي لِي.

3 O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?

3 يَا رَبُّ، مَنْ هُوَ الإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْبَأَ بِهِ وَابْنُ الإِنْسَانِ حَتَّى تَكْتَرِثَ لَهُ؟

4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

4 إِنَّمَا الإِنْسَانُ أَشْبَهُ بِنَفْخَةٍ. أَيَّامُهُ كَظِلٍّ عَابِرٍ.

5 Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

5 يَا رَبُّ طَأْطِئْ سَمَاوَاتِكَ وَانْزِلْ. الْمِسِ الْجِبَالَ فَتُدَخِّنَ.

6 Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.

6 أَرْسِلْ بُرُوقَكَ وَبَدِّدْهُمْ، أَطْلِقْ سِهَامَكَ النَّارِيَّةَ وَأَزْعِجْهُمْ.

7 Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,

7 مُدَّ يَدَيْكَ مِنَ الْعَلاءِ. أَنْجِدْنِي وَأَنْقِذْنِي مِنْ لُجَجِ الْمِيَاهِ، مِنْ أَيْدِي الْغُرَبَاءِ،

8 whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.

8 الَّذِينَ نَطَقَتْ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِالكَذِبِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ زُورٍ.

9 I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—

9 يَا اللهُ، أُرَنِّمُ لَكَ تَرْنِيمَةً جَدِيدَةً. أَشْدُو لَكَ عَلَى رَبَابٍ ذَاتِ عَشَرَةِ أَوْتَارٍ.

10 to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.

10 يَا مَنْ تُعْطِي الْمُلُوكَ خَلاصاً، وَتُنْقِذُ دَاوُدَ عَبْدَكَ مِنَ السَّيْفِ الْقَاتِلِ.

11 Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.

11 أَنْجِدْنِي وَأَنْقِذْنِي مِنْ أَيْدِي الْغُرَبَاءِ، الَّذِينَ تَنْطِقُ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِالْكَذِبِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ زُورٍ.

12 Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.

12 حَتَّى يَكُونَ أَبْنَاؤُنَا كَأَغْرَاسٍ نَامِيَةٍ فِي حَدَاثَتِهَا، وَبَنَاتُنَا مِثْلَ أَعْمِدَةِ زَوَايَا الْقُصُورِ الْمَنْحُوتَةِ،

13 Our storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of thousands in our fields.

13 وَمَخَازِنُنَا مَلآنَةً تَفِيضُ بِشَتَّى الأَصْنَافِ، وَأَغْنَامُنَا تُنْتِجُ أُلُوفاً، وَعَشَرَاتِ الأُلُوفِ فِي مَرَاعِينَا،

14 Our oxen will bear great loads. There will be no breach in the walls, no going into captivity, and no cry of lament in our streets.

14 وَأَبْقَارُنَا حَامِلَةً، وَلَا يَكُونَ هُنَاكَ اقْتِحَامُ غَازٍ، وَلَا هُجُومُ عَدُوٍّ، وَلَا شَكْوَى خَصْمٍ فِي شَوَارِعِنَا.

15 Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.

15 طُوبَى لِشَعْبٍ هَكَذا حَالَتُهُ. طُوبَى لِشَعْبٍ إِلَهُهُ الرَّبُّ.