1 بَارِكِي يَا نَفْسِي الرَّبَّ. يَا رَبُّ إِلهِي، قَدْ عَظُمْتَ جِدًّا. مَجْدًا وَجَلاَلاً لَبِسْتَ. | 1 Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. |
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2 اللاَّبِسُ النُّورَ كَثَوْبٍ، الْبَاسِطُ السَّمَاوَاتِ كَشُقَّةٍ. | 2 Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: |
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3 الْمُسَقِّفُ عَلاَلِيَهُ بِالْمِيَاهِ. الْجَاعِلُ السَّحَابَ مَرْكَبَتَهُ، الْمَاشِي عَلَى أَجْنِحَةِ الرِّيحِ. | 3 Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: |
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4 الصَّانِعُ مَلاَئِكَتَهُ رِيَاحًا، وَخُدَّامَهُ نَارًا مُلْتَهِبَةً. | 4 Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire: |
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5 الْمُؤَسِّسُ الأَرْضَ عَلَى قَوَاعِدِهَا فَلاَ تَتَزَعْزَعُ إِلَى الدَّهْرِ وَالأَبَدِ. | 5 Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for ever. |
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6 كَسَوْتَهَا الْغَمْرَ كَثَوْبٍ. فَوْقَ الْجِبَالِ تَقِفُ الْمِيَاهُ. | 6 Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment: the waters stood above the mountains. |
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7 مِنِ انْتِهَارِكَ تَهْرُبُ، مِنْ صَوْتِ رَعْدِكَ تَفِرُّ. | 7 At thy rebuke they fled; at the voice of thy thunder they hasted away. |
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8 تَصْعَدُ إِلَى الْجِبَالِ. تَنْزِلُ إِلَى الْبِقَاعِ، إِلَى الْمَوْضِعِ الَّذِي أَسَّسْتَهُ لَهَا. | 8 They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys unto the place which thou hast founded for them. |
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9 وَضَعْتَ لَهَا تَخْمًا لاَ تَتَعَدَّاهُ. لاَ تَرْجعُ لِتُغَطِّيَ الأَرْضَ. | 9 Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; that they turn not again to cover the earth. |
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10 اَلْمُفَجِّرُ عُيُونًا فِي الأَوْدِيَةِ. بَيْنَ الْجِبَالِ تَجْرِي. | 10 He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills. |
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11 تَسْقِي كُلَّ حَيَوَانِ الْبَرِّ. تَكْسِرُ الْفِرَاءُ ظَمْأَهَا. | 11 They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench their thirst. |
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12 فَوْقَهَا طُيُورُ السَّمَاءِ تَسْكُنُ. مِنْ بَيْنِ الأَغْصَانِ تُسَمِّعُ صَوْتًا. | 12 By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches. |
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13 السَّاقِي الْجِبَالَ مِنْ عَلاَلِيهِ. مِنْ ثَمَرِ أَعْمَالِكَ تَشْبَعُ الأَرْضُ. | 13 He watereth the hills from his chambers: the earth is satisfied with the fruit of thy works. |
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14 الْمُنْبِتُ عُشْبًا لِلْبَهَائِمِ، وَخُضْرَةً لِخِدْمَةِ الإِنْسَانِ، لإِخْرَاجِ خُبْزٍ مِنَ الأَرْضِ، | 14 He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth; |
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15 وَخَمْرٍ تُفَرِّحُ قَلْبَ الإِنْسَانِ، لإِلْمَاعِ وَجْهِهِ أَكْثَرَ مِنَ الزَّيْتِ، وَخُبْزٍ يُسْنِدُ قَلْبَ الإِنْسَانِ. | 15 And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man's heart. |
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16 تَشْبَعُ أَشْجَارُ الرَّبِّ، أَرْزُ لُبْنَانَ الَّذِي نَصَبَهُ. | 16 The trees of the LORD are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted; |
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17 حَيْثُ تُعَشِّشُ هُنَاكَ الْعَصَافِيرُ. أَمَّا اللَّقْلَقُ فَالسَّرْوُ بَيْتُهُ. | 17 Where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees are her house. |
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18 الْجِبَالُ الْعَالِيَةُ لِلْوُعُولِ، الصُّخُورُ مَلْجَأٌ لِلْوِبَارِ. | 18 The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies. |
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19 صَنَعَ الْقَمَرَ لِلْمَوَاقِيتِ. الشَّمْسُ تَعْرِفُ مَغْرِبَهَا. | 19 He appointed the moon for seasons: the sun knoweth his going down. |
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20 تَجْعَلُ ظُلْمَةً فَيَصِيرُ لَيْلٌ. فِيهِ يَدِبُّ كُلُّ حَيَوَان الْوَعْرِ. | 20 Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth. |
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21 الأَشْبَالُ تُزَمْجِرُ لِتَخْطَفَ، وَلِتَلْتَمِسَ مِنَ اللهِ طَعَامَهَا. | 21 The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from God. |
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22 تُشْرِقُ الشَّمْسُ فَتَجْتَمِعُ، وَفِي مَآوِيهَا تَرْبِضُ. | 22 The sun ariseth, they gather themselves together, and lay them down in their dens. |
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23 الإِنْسَانُ يَخْرُجُ إِلَى عَمَلِهِ، وَإِلَى شُغْلِهِ إِلَى الْمَسَاءِ. | 23 Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the evening. |
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24 مَا أَعْظَمَ أَعْمَالَكَ يَا رَبُّ! كُلَّهَا بِحِكْمَةٍ صَنَعْتَ. مَلآنةٌ الأَرْضُ مِنْ غِنَاكَ. | 24 O LORD, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches. |
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25 هذَا الْبَحْرُ الْكَبِيرُ الْوَاسِعُ الأَطْرَافِ. هُنَاكَ دَبَّابَاتٌ بِلاَ عَدَدٍ. صِغَارُ حَيَوَانٍ مَعَ كِبَارٍ. | 25 So is this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts. |
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26 هُنَاكَ تَجْرِي السُّفُنُ. لِوِيَاثَانُ هذَا خَلَقْتَهُ لِيَلْعَبَ فِيهِ. | 26 There go the ships: there is that leviathan, whom thou hast made to play therein. |
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27 كُلُّهَا إِيَّاكَ تَتَرَجَّى لِتَرْزُقَهَا قُوتَهَا فِي حِينِهِ. | 27 These wait all upon thee; that thou mayest give them their meat in due season. |
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28 تُعْطِيهَا فَتَلْتَقِطُ. تَفْتَحُ يَدَكَ فَتَشْبَعُ خَيْرًا. | 28 That thou givest them they gather: thou openest thine hand, they are filled with good. |
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29 تَحْجُبُ وَجْهَكَ فَتَرْتَاعُ. تَنْزِعُ أَرْوَاحَهَا فَتَمُوتُ، وَإِلَى تُرَابِهَا تَعُودُ. | 29 Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: thou takest away their breath, they die, and return to their dust. |
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30 تُرْسِلُ رُوحَكَ فَتُخْلَقُ، وَتُجَدِّدُ وَجْهَ الأَرْضِ. | 30 Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created: and thou renewest the face of the earth. |
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31 يَكُونُ مَجْدُ الرَّبِّ إِلَى الدَّهْرِ. يَفْرَحُ الرَّبُّ بِأَعْمَالِهِ. | 31 The glory of the LORD shall endure for ever: the LORD shall rejoice in his works. |
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32 النَّاظِرُ إِلَى الأَرْضِ فَتَرْتَعِدُ. يَمَسُّ الْجِبَالَ فَتُدَخِّنُ. | 32 He looketh on the earth, and it trembleth: he toucheth the hills, and they smoke. |
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33 أُغَنِّي لِلرَّبِّ فِي حَيَاتِي. أُرَنِّمُ لإِلهِي مَا دُمْتُ مَوْجُودًا. | 33 I will sing unto the LORD as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being. |
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34 فَيَلَذُّ لَهُ نَشِيدِي ، وَأَنَا أَفْرَحُ بِالرَّبِّ. | 34 My meditation of him shall be sweet: I will be glad in the LORD. |
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35 لِتُبَدِ الْخُطَاةُ مِنَ الأَرْضِ وَالأَشْرَارُ لاَ يَكُونُوا بَعْدُ. بَارِكِي يَا نَفْسِي الرَّبَّ. هَلِّلُويَا. | 35 Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and let the wicked be no more. Bless thou the LORD, O my soul. Praise ye the LORD. |
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