Bilingual reading

My cry goes to God! Indeed, I cry to God for help, and for him to listen to me.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn’t get tired. My soul refused to be comforted.

I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed.

You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak.

I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.

I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own heart; my spirit diligently inquires:

“Will the Lord reject us forever? Will he be favorable no more?

Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?

Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he, in anger, withheld his compassion?”

Then I thought, “I will appeal to this: the years of the right hand of the Most High.”

I will remember the LORD’s deeds; for I will remember your wonders of old.

I will also meditate on all your work, and consider your doings.

Your way, God, is in the sanctuary. What god is great like God?

You are the God who does wonders. You have made your strength known among the peoples.

You have redeemed your people with your arm, the sons of Jacob and Joseph.

The waters saw you, God. The waters saw you, and they writhed. The depths also convulsed.

The clouds poured out water. The skies resounded with thunder. Your arrows also flashed around.

The voice of your thunder was in the whirlwind. The lightnings lit up the world. The earth trembled and shook.

Your way was through the sea, your paths through the great waters. Your footsteps were not known.

You led your people like a flock, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.

لإِمامِ الغِناء. على «يَدوتون». لِآساف. مزمور

إِلى اللهِ صَوتي فأَصرُخ إِلى اللهِ صَوتي فإِلَيَّ يُصْغي

في يَومِ ضيقي ٱلتَمَستُ السَّيِّد. في اللَّيلِ ٱنبَسَطَت يَدي ولم تَكِلّ. ونَفْسي أَبَت أَن تَتَعَزَّى

أَذكُرُ اللهَ فتئِنُّ نَفْسي أَتأَمَّلُ فيُغْشى على روحي. سِلاه

أَمسَكتَ أَجْفانَ عَينَيَّ. إِضطَرَبتُ فلَم أَتَكَلَّم

فكَّرتُ في الأَيَّامِ القَديمة في السِّنينَ الغابِرة

في اللَّيلِ أَذكُرُ مَعْزوفَتي أَتأَمَّلُ بِقَلْبي ويَبحَثُ روحي

أَلِلأَبَدِ يَنبِذُ السَّيِّد ولا يَرضى مِن بَعْدُ؟

أَلِلأَبَدِ ٱنقَضَت رَحمَتُه وإِلى جيلٍ فجيلٍ ٱنتَهَت كَلِمَتُه؟

أَنَسِيَ اللهُ رأفَتَه أَم حَبَسَ مِنَ الغَضَبِ أَحشاءَه؟ سِلاه

فقُلتُ: «هٰذا ما يَحُزُّ في نَفْسي. يَمينُ العَلِيِّ تَغَيَّرَت»

أَذكُرُ أَعْمالَ الرَّبِّ أَذكُرُ عَجائِبَكَ القَديمة

وأُتَمتِمُ بِجَميعِ أَفعالِكَ وأَتأَمَّلُ في أَعمالِكَ

أَللَّهُمَّ سُبُلُكَ قَداسة. أَيُّ إِلٰهٍ عَظيمٌ مِثلُ الله؟

أَنتَ الإِلٰهُ الصَّانِعُ العَجائب وبِعِزَّتِكَ قد أَخْبَرْتَ الشُّعوب

بِذِراعِكَ ٱفتَدَيتَ شَعبَكَ بَني يَعْقوبَ ويوسُف. سِلاه

رأَتكَ المِياهُ يا أَلله رأَتكَ المِياهُ فرَجَفَت والغِمارُ ٱرتَعَدَت

الغُيومُ سَكَبَتِ المِياه والسُّحُبُ رَفَعَتِ الأَصْوات وسِهامُكَ تَطايَرَت

صَوتُ رَعدِكَ يُدَوِّي. البُروقُ أَضاءَتِ الدُّنْيا والأَرضُ ٱرتَعَدَت وتَزَلزَلَت

في البَحرِ طَريقُكَ وفي المِياهِ الغَزيرةِ سُبُلُكَ ولا تُعرَفُ آثارُكَ

هَدَيتَ شَعبَكَ كالغَنَم بِيَدِ موسى وهارون