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مزامير
مَزْمُورٌ أُغْنِيَةُ تَدْشِينِ اَلْبَيْتِ. لِدَاوُدَ.

1أُعَظِّمُكَ، يَا رَبُّ، لأَنَّكَ نَشَلْتَنِي وَلَمْ تُشْمِتْ بِي أَعْدَائِي.2يَا رَبُّ، إِلَهِي، اسْتَغَثْتُ بِكَ فَشَفَيْتَنِي.3يَا رَبُّ، أَصْعَدْتَ مِنَ الْهَاوِيَةِ نَفْسِي، أَحْيَيْتَنِي مِنْ بَيْنِ الْهَابِطِينَ فِي الْجُبِّ.4رَنِّمُوا لِلرَّبِّ، يَا أَتْقِيَاءَهُ، وَاحْمَدُوا ذِكْرَ قُدْسِهِ.5لأَنَّ لِلَحْظَةٍ غَضَبَهُ، حَيَاةٌ فِي رِضَاهُ. عِنْدَ الْمَسَاءِ يَبِيتُ الْبُكَاءُ، وَفِي الصَّبَاحِ تَرَنُّمٌ.

6وَأَنَا قُلْتُ فِي طُمَأْنِينَتِي: لاَ أَتَزَعْزَعُ إِلَى الأَبَدِ.7يَا رَبُّ، بِرِضَاكَ ثَبَّتَّ لِجَبَلِي عِزّاً، حَجَبْتَ وَجْهَكَ فَصِرْتُ مُرْتَاعاً.8إِلَيْكَ، يَا رَبُّ، أَصْرُخُ وَإِلَى السَّيِّدِ أَتَضَرَّعُ.9مَا الْفَائِدَةُ مِنْ دَمِي إِذَا نَزَلْتُ إِلَى الْحُفْرَةِ؟ هَلْ يَحْمَدُكَ التُّرَابُ؟ هَلْ يُخْبِرُ بِحَقِّكَ؟10اسْتَمِعْ، يَا رَبُّ، وَارْحَمْنِي. يَا رَبُّ، كُنْ مُعِيناً لِي.11حَوَّلْتَ نَوْحِي إِلَى رَقْصٍ لِي، حَلَلْتَ مِسْحِي وَمَنْطَقْتَنِي فَرَحاً،12لِكَيْ تَتَرَنَّمَ لَكَ رُوحِي وَلاَ تَسْكُتَ. يَا رَبُّ، إِلَهِي، إِلَى الأَبَدِ أَحْمَدُكَ.

1A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.2O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.3O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.4Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.5For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.6And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.7LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.8I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?10Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.11Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;12To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.