PSALMS 6	المزمور السادس
1 To the Chief Musician. With stringed instruments. On an eight-stringed harpA Psalm of David. O Lord, do not rebuke me in Your anger, Nor chasten me in Your hot displeasure.	1 لإِمَامِ الْمُغَنِّينَ عَلَى ذَوَاتِ الأَوْتَارِ عَلَى الْقَرَارِ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ يَا رَبُّ لاَ تُوَبِّخْنِي بِغَضَبِكَ وَلاَ تُؤَدِّبْنِي بِغَيْظِكَ.
2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.	2 ارْحَمْنِي يَا رَبُّ لأَنِّي ضَعِيفٌ. اشْفِنِي يَا رَبُّ لأَنَّ عِظَامِي قَدْ رَجَفَتْ
3 My soul also is greatly troubled; But You, O Lord--how long?	3 وَنَفْسِي قَدِ ارْتَاعَتْ جِدّاً. وَأَنْتَ يَا رَبُّ فَحَتَّى مَتَى!
4 Return, O Lord, deliver me! Oh, save me for Your mercies' sake!	4 عُدْ يَا رَبُّ. نَجِّ نَفْسِي. خَلِّصْنِي مِنْ أَجْلِ رَحْمَتِكَ.
5 For in death there is no remembrance of You; In the grave who will give You thanks?	5 لأَنَّهُ لَيْسَ فِي الْمَوْتِ ذِكْرُكَ. فِي الْهَاوِيَةِ مَنْ يَحْمَدُكَ؟
6 I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.	6 تَعِبْتُ فِي تَنَهُّدِي. أُعَوِّمُ فِي كُلِّ لَيْلَةٍ سَرِيرِي بِدُمُوعِي. أُذَوِّبُ فِرَاشِي.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.	7 سَاخَتْ مِنَ الْغَمِّ عَيْنِي. شَاخَتْ مِنْ كُلِّ مُضَايِقِيَّ.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.	8 اُبْعُدُوا عَنِّي يَا جَمِيعَ فَاعِلِي الإِثْمِ لأَنَّ الرَّبَّ قَدْ سَمِعَ صَوْتَ بُكَائِي.
9 The Lord has heard my supplication; The Lord will receive my prayer.	9 سَمِعَ الرَّبُّ تَضَرُّعِي. الرَّبُّ يَقْبَلُ صَلاَتِي.
10 Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled; Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly.	10 جَمِيعُ أَعْدَائِي يُخْزَوْنَ وَيَرْتَاعُونَ جِدّاً. يَعُودُونَ وَيُخْزَوْنَ بَغْتَةً.