Psalms 9

1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Death of the Son.” A Psalm of David. I will give thanks to the LORD with all my heart; I will recount all Your wonders.

1 أَحْمَدُ ٱلرَّبَّ بِكُلِّ قَلْبِي. أُحَدِّثُ بِجَمِيعِ عَجَائِبِكَ.

2 I will be glad and rejoice in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High.

2 أَفْرَحُ وَأَبْتَهِجُ بِكَ. أُرَنِّمُ لِٱسْمِكَ أَيُّهَا ٱلْعَلِيُّ.

3 When my enemies retreat, they stumble and perish before You.

3 عِنْدَ رُجُوعِ أَعْدَائِي إِلَى خَلْفٍ، يَسْقُطُونَ وَيَهْلِكُونَ مِنْ قُدَّامِ وَجْهِكَ،

4 For You have upheld my just cause; You sit on Your throne judging righteously.

4 لِأَنَّكَ أَقَمْتَ حَقِّي وَدَعْوَايَ. جَلَسْتَ عَلَى ٱلْكُرْسِيِّ قَاضِيًا عَادِلًا.

5 You have rebuked the nations; You have destroyed the wicked; You have erased their name forever and ever.

5 ٱنْتَهَرْتَ ٱلْأُمَمَ. أَهْلَكْتَ ٱلشِّرِّيرَ. مَحَوْتَ ٱسْمَهُمْ إِلَى ٱلدَّهْرِ وَٱلْأَبَدِ.

6 The enemy has come to eternal ruin, and You have uprooted their cities; the very memory of them has vanished.

6 اَلْعَدُوُّ تَمَّ خَرَابُهُ إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ. وَهَدَمْتَ مُدُنًا. بَادَ ذِكْرُهُ نَفْسُهُ.

7 But the LORD abides forever; He has established His throne for judgment.

7 أَمَّا ٱلرَّبُّ فَإِلَى ٱلدَّهْرِ يَجْلِسُ. ثَبَّتَ لِلْقَضَاءِ كُرْسِيَّهُ،

8 He judges the world with justice; He governs the people with equity.

8 وَهُوَ يَقْضِي لِلْمَسْكُونَةِ بِٱلْعَدْلِ. يَدِينُ ٱلشُّعُوبَ بِٱلِٱسْتِقَامَةِ.

9 The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.

9 وَيَكُونُ ٱلرَّبُّ مَلْجَأً لِلْمُنْسَحِقِ. مَلْجَأً فِي أَزْمِنَةِ ٱلضِّيقِ.

10 Those who know Your name trust in You, for You, O LORD, have not forsaken those who seek You.

10 وَيَتَّكِلُ عَلَيْكَ ٱلْعَارِفُونَ ٱسْمَكَ، لِأَنَّكَ لَمْ تَتْرُكْ طَالِبِيكَ يَارَبُّ.

11 Sing praises to the LORD, who dwells in Zion; proclaim His deeds among the nations.

11 رَنِّمُوا لِلرَّبِّ ٱلسَّاكِنِ فِي صِهْيَوْنَ، أَخْبِرُوا بَيْنَ ٱلشُّعُوبِ بِأَفْعَالِهِ.

12 For the Avenger of bloodshed remembers; He does not ignore the cry of the afflicted.

12 لِأَنَّهُ مُطَالِبٌ بِٱلدِّمَاءِ. ذَكَرَهُمْ. لَمْ يَنْسَ صُرَاخَ ٱلْمَسَاكِينِ.

13 Be merciful to me, O LORD; see how my enemies afflict me! Lift me up from the gates of death,

13 اِرْحَمْنِي يَارَبُّ. ٱنْظُرْ مَذَلَّتِي مِنْ مُبْغِضِيَّ، يَارَافِعِي مِنْ أَبْوَابِٱلْمَوْتِ،

14 that I may declare all Your praises—that within the gates of Daughter Zion I may rejoice in Your salvation.

14 لِكَيْ أُحَدِّثَ بِكُلِّ تَسَابِيحِكَ فِي أَبْوَابِ ٱبْنَةِ صِهْيَوْنَ، مُبْتَهِجًا بِخَلَاصِكَ.

15 The nations have fallen into a pit of their making; their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.

15 تَوَرَّطَتِ ٱلْأُمَمُ فِي ٱلْحُفْرَةِ ٱلَّتِي عَمِلُوهَا. فِي ٱلشَّبَكَةِ ٱلَّتِي أَخْفَوْهَا ٱنْتَشَبَتْ أَرْجُلُهُمْ.

16 The LORD is known by the justice He brings; the wicked are ensnared by the work of their hands. Higgaion Selah

16 مَعْرُوفٌ هُوَ ٱلرَّبُّ. قَضَاءً أَمْضَى. ٱلشِّرِّيرُ يَعْلَقُ بِعَمَلِ يَدَيْهِ. ضَرْبُ ٱلْأَوْتَارِ. سِلَاهْ.

17 The wicked will return to Sheol—all the nations who forget God.

17 اَلْأَشْرَارُ يَرْجِعُونَ إِلَى ٱلْهَاوِيَةِ، كُلُّ ٱلْأُمَمِ ٱلنَّاسِينَ ٱللهَ.

18 For the needy will not always be forgotten; nor the hope of the oppressed forever dashed.

18 لِأَنَّهُ لَا يُنْسَى ٱلْمِسْكِينُ إِلَى ٱلْأَبَدِ. رَجَاءُ ٱلْبَائِسِينَ لَا يَخِيبُ إِلَى ٱلدَّهْرِ.

19 Rise up, O LORD, do not let man prevail; let the nations be judged in Your presence.

19 قُمْ يَارَبُّ. لَا يَعْتَزَّ ٱلْإِنْسَانُ. لِتُحَاكَمِ ٱلْأُمَمُ قُدَّامَكَ.

20 Lay terror upon them, O LORD; let the nations know they are but men. Selah

20 يَارَبُّ ٱجْعَلْ عَلَيْهِمْ رُعْبًا لِيَعْلَمَ ٱلْأُمَمُ أَنَّهُمْ بَشَرٌ. سِلَاهْ.