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مزامير
لإِمَامِ الْمُغَنِّينَ. لِيَدُوثُونَ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ.

1قُلْتُ: أَتَحَفَّظُ لِسَبِيلِي مِنَ الْخَطَإِ بِلِسَانِي، أَحْفَظُ لِفَمِي كِمَامَةً فِيمَا الشِّرِّيرُ مُقَابِلِي.2صَمَتُّ صَمْتاً، سَكَتُّ عَنِ الْخَيْرِ، فَتَحَرَّكَ وَجَعِي.3حَمِيَ قَلْبِي فِي جَوْفِي، عِنْدَ لَهَجِي اشْتَعَلَتِ النَّارُ، تَكَلَّمْتُ بِلِسَانِي.4عَرِّفْنِي، يَا رَبُّ، نِهَايَتِي وَمِقْدَارَ أَيَّامِي كَمْ هِيَ، فَأَعْلَمَ كَيْفَ أَنَا زَائِلٌ.5هُوَذَا جَعَلْتَ أَيَّامِي أَشْبَاراً وَعُمْرِي كَلاَ شَيْءَ قُدَّامَكَ. إِنَّمَا نَفْخَةً كُلُّ إِنْسَانٍ قَدْ جُعِلَ. سِلاَهْ.6إِنَّمَا كَخَيَالٍ يَتَمَشَّى الإِنْسَانُ، إِنَّمَا بَاطِلاً يَضِجُّونَ، يَذْخَرُ ذَخَائِرَ وَلاَ يَدْرِي مَنْ يَضُمُّهَا.

7وَالآنَ مَاذَا انْتَظَرْتُ، يَا رَبُّ؟ رَجَائِي فِيكَ هُوَ.8مِنْ كُلِّ مَعَاصِيَّ نَجِّنِي، لاَ تَجْعَلْنِي عَاراً عِنْدَ الْجَاهِلِ.9صَمَتُّ، لاَ أَفْتَحُ فَمِي، لأَنَّكَ أَنْتَ فَعَلْتَ.10ارْفَعْ عَنِّي ضَرْبَكَ، مِنْ مُهَاجَمَةِ يَدِكَ أَنَا قَدْ فَنِيتُ.11بِتَأْدِيبَاتٍ، إِنْ أَدَّبْتَ الإِنْسَانَ مِنْ أَجْلِ إِثْمِهِ، أَفْنَيْتَ مِثْلَ الْعُثِّ مُشْتَهَاهُ. إِنَّمَا كُلُّ إِنْسَانٍ نَفْخَةٌ. سِلاَهْ.12اِسْتَمِعْ صَلاَتِي، يَا رَبُّ، وَاصْغَ إِلَى صُرَاخِي، لاَ تَسْكُتْ عَنْ دُمُوعِي. لأَنِّي أَنَا غَرِيبٌ عِنْدَكَ، نَزِيلٌ مِثْلُ جَمِيعِ آبَائِي.13اقْتَصِرْ عَنِّي فَأَتَبَلَّجَ قَبْلَ أَنْ أَذْهَبَ فَلاَ أُوجَدَ.

1To the chief Musician, even to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.2I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred.3My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue,4LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am .5Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.6Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches , and knoweth not who shall gather them.7And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee.8Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.9I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; because thou didst it .10Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.11When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.12Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were .13O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.