1 A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.

ضِيقاتِي كَثِيرَةٌ يا اللهُ. فَقَدْ قامَ عَلَيَّ كَثِيرُونَ.

2 M any are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.

كَثِيرُونَ يَتَآمَرُونَ ضِدِّي. وَيَقُولُونَ: «لَنْ يُخَلِّصَهُ اللهُ.» سِلاهْ

3 A nd Thou, O Jehovah, a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

لَكِنَّكَ يا اللهُ تُرسِي. أنتَ مَجدِي. أنتَ مَنْ يَرفَعُ رَأْسِي.

4 M y voice unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.

بِصَوْتِي أدعُو اللهَ ، وَهُوَ يُجِيبُنِي مِنْ جَبَلِهِ المُقَدَّسِ. سِلاهْ

5 I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.

اسْتَلقَيتُ وَنِمْتُ. وَها قَدِ استَيقَظْتُ، لِأنَّ اللهَ يَسنِدُنِي!

6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.

فَلا أخافُ مِنْ عَشَراتِ الأُلُوفِ الَّذِينَ أحاطُوا بِي.

7 R ise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.

قُمْ يا اللهُ! قُدْنِي يا إلَهِي إلَى النَّصْرِ! عِندَما تَضْرِبُ كُلَّ أعدائِي عَلَى وُجُوهِهِمْ، سَتُكَسِّرُ كُلَّ أسنانِ هَؤُلاءِ الأشْرارِ.

8 O f Jehovah this salvation; On Thy people Thy blessing! Selah.

الانتِصارُ مِنَ اللهِ! لِتَكُنْ بَرَكَتُكَ عَلَى شَعبِكَ! سِلاهْ