Psalms 144

Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:

مُبَارَكٌ الرَّبُّ صَخْرَتِي، الَّذِي يُعَلِّمُ يَدَيَّ الْقِتَالَ وَأَصَابِعِي الْحَرْبَ.

My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

رَحْمَتِي وَمَلْجَإِي، صَرْحِي وَمُنْقِذِي، مِجَنِّي وَالَّذِي عَلَيْهِ تَوَكَّلْتُ، الْمُخْضِعُ شَعْبِي تَحْتِي.

LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!

يَا رَبُّ، أَيُّ شَيْءٍ هُوَ الإِنْسَانُ حَتَّى تَعْرِفَهُ، أَوِ ابْنُ الإِنْسَانِ حَتَّى تَفْتَكِرَ بِهِ؟

Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

الإِنْسَانُ أَشْبَهَ نَفْخَةً. أَيَّامُهُ مِثْلُ ظِلّ عَابِرٍ.

Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

يَا رَبُّ، طَأْطِئْ سَمَاوَاتِكَ وَانْزِلِ. الْمِسِ الْجِبَالَ فَتُدَخِّنَ.

Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.

أَبْرِقْ بُرُوقًا وَبَدِّدْهُمْ. أَرْسِلْ سِهَامَكَ وَأَزْعِجْهُمْ.

Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;

أَرْسِلْ يَدَكَ مِنَ الْعَلاَءِ. أَنْقِذْنِي وَنَجِّنِي مِنَ الْمِيَاهِ الْكَثِيرَةِ، مِنْ أَيْدِي الْغُرَبَاءِ

Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

الَّذِينَ تَكَلَّمَتْ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِالْبَاطِلِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ كَذِبٍ.

I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

يَا اَللهُ، أُرَنِّمُ لَكَ تَرْنِيمَةً جَدِيدَةً. بِرَبَابٍ ذَاتِ عَشَرَةِ أَوْتَارٍ أُرَنِّمُ لَكَ.

It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

الْمُعْطِي خَلاَصًا لِلْمُلُوكِ. الْمُنْقِذُ دَاوُدَ عَبْدَهُ مِنَ السَّيْفِ السُّوءِ.

Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:

أَنْقِذْنِي وَنَجِّنِي مِنْ أَيْدِي الْغُرَبَاءِ، الَّذِينَ تَكَلَّمَتْ أَفْوَاهُهُمْ بِالْبَاطِلِ، وَيَمِينُهُمْ يَمِينُ كَذِبٍ.

That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

لِكَيْ يَكُونَ بَنُونَا مِثْلَ الْغُرُوسِ النَّامِيَةِ فِي شَبِيبَتِهَا. بَنَاتُنَا كَأَعْمِدَةِ الزَّوَايَا مَنْحُوتَاتٍ حَسَبَ بِنَاءِ هَيْكَل.

That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

أَهْرَاؤُنَا مَلآنَةً تَفِيضُ مِنْ صِنْفٍ فَصِنْفٍ. أَغْنَامُنَا تُنْتِجُ أُلُوفًا وَرِبْوَاتٍفِي شَوَارِعِنَا.

That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.

بَقَرُنَا مُحَمَّلَةً. لاَ اقْتِحَامَ وَلاَ هُجُومَ، وَلاَ شَكْوَى فِي شَوَارِعِنَا.

Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.

طُوبَى لِلشَّعْبِ الَّذِي لَهُ كَهذَا. طُوبَى لِلشَّعْبِ الَّذِي الرَّبُّ إِلهُهُ.