الكتاب المقدس | English Standard Version | Psalm 139

Psalm 139 | الكتاب المقدس

لِقَائِدِ الْمنُشِدِينَ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ

1 يَا رَبُّ قَدْ فَحَصْتَنِي وَعَرَفْتَنِي. 2 أَنْتَ عَرَفْتَ قُعُودِي وَقِيَامِي. فَهِمْتَ فِكْرِي مِنْ بَعِيدٍ. 3 أَنْتَ تَقَصَّيْتَ مَسْلَكِي وَمَرْقَدِي، وَتَعْرِفُ كُلَّ طُرُقِي. 4 عَرَفْتَ كُلَّ كَلِمَةٍ مِنْ قَبْلِ أَنْ يَتَفَوَّهَ بِها لِسَانِي. 5 لَقَدْ طَوَّقْتَنِي (بِعِلْمِكَ) مِنْ خَلْفٍ وَمِنْ أَمَامٍ وَبَسَطْتَ يَدَكَ فَوْقِي. 6 مَا أَعْجَبَ هَذَا الْعِلْمَ الْفَائِقَ، إِنَّهُ أَسْمَى مِنْ أَنْ أُدْرِكَهُ. 7 أَيْنَ الْمَهْرَبُ مِنْ رُوحِكَ؟ أَيْنَ الْمَفَرُّ مِنْ حَضْرَتِكَ؟ 8 إِنْ صَعِدْتُ إِلَى السَّمَاوَاتِ فَأَنْتَ هُنَاكَ، وَإِنْ جَعَلْتُ فِرَاشِي فِي عَالَمِ الأَمْوَاتِ فَهُنَاكَ أَنْتَ أَيْضاً. 9 إِنِ اسْتَعَرْتُ أَجْنِحَةَ الْفَجْرِ وَطِرْتُ، وَسَكَنْتُ فِي أَقْصَى أَطْرَافِ الْبَحْرِ 10 فَهُنَاكَ أَيْضاً يَدُكَ تَهْدِينِي وَيُمْنَاكَ تُمْسِكُنِي. 11 إِنْ قُلْتُ فِي نَفْسِي: «رُبَّمَا الظُّلْمَةُ تَحْجُبُنِي وَالضَّوْءُ حَوْلِي يَصِيرُ لَيْلاً»، 12 فَحَتَّى الظُّلْمَةُ لَا تُخْفِي عَنْكَ شَيْئاً، وَاللَّيْلُ كَالنَّهَارِ يُضِيءُ، فَسِيَّانَ عِنْدَكَ الظَّلامُ وَالضَّوْءُ. 13 لأَنَّكَ أَنْتَ قَدْ كَوَّنْتَ كُلْيَتَيَّ. نَسَجْتَنِي دَاخِلَ بَطْنِ أُمِّي. 14 أَحْمَدُكَ لأَنَّكَ صَنَعْتَنِي بِإِعْجَازِكَ الْمُدْهِشِ. مَا أَعْجَبَ أَعْمَالَكَ وَنَفْسِي تَعْلَمُ ذَلِكَ يَقِيناً. 15 لَمْ يَخْفَ عَلَيْكَ كِيَانِي عِنْدَمَا كُوِّنْتُ فِي السِّرِّ، وَجُبِلْتُ فِي أَعْمَاقِ الأَرْضِ. 16 رَأَتْنِي عَيْنَاكَ وَأَنَا مَازِلْتُ جَنِيناً؛ وَقَبْلَ أَنْ تُخْلَقَ أَعْضَائِي كُتِبَتْ فِي سِفْرِكَ يَوْمَ تَصَوَّرْتَهَا. 17 مَا أَثْمَنَ أَفْكَارَكَ يَا اللهُ عِنْدِي! مَا أَعْظَمَ جُمْلَتَهَا! 18 إِنْ أَحْصَيْتُهَا زَادَتْ عَلَى الرَّمْلِ عَدَداً. عِنْدَمَا أَسْتَيْقِظُ أَجِدُنِي مَازِلْتُ مَعَكَ. 19 لَيْتَكَ يَا اللهُ تَقْتُلُ الأَشْرَارَ، فَيَبْتَعِدَ عَنِّي سَافِكُو الدِّمَاءِ. 20 فَإِنَّهُمْ يَتَحَدَّثُونَ عَنْكَ بِالْمَكْرِ وَالْكَذِبِ، لأَنَّهُمْ أَعْدَاؤُكَ. 21 يَا رَبُّ أَلَا أُبْغِضُ مُبْغِضِيكَ، وَأَكْرَهُ الثَّائِرِينَ عَلَيْكَ؟ 22 بُغْضاً تَامّاً أُبْغِضُهُمْ، وَأَحْسِبُهُمْ أَعْدَاءَ لِي. 23 تَفَحَّصْنِي يَا اللهُ وَاعْرِفْ قَلْبِي. امْتَحِنِّي وَاعْرِفْ أَفْكَارِي. 24 وَانْظُرْ إنْ كَانَ فِيَّ طَرِيقُ سُوءٍ، وَاهْدِنِي الطَّرِيقَ الأَبَدِيَّ.

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English Standard Version

Search Me, O God, and Know My Heart

1 To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. O Lord, you have searched me and known me! 2 You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. 3 You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. 4 Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O Lord, you know it altogether. 5 You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me. 6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high; I cannot attain it. 7 Where shall I go from your Spirit? Or where shall I flee from your presence? 8 If I ascend to heaven, you are there! If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there! 9 If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, 10 even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me. 11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night,” 12 even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you. 13 For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. 14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.* Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. 16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them. 17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! 18 If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and I am still with you. 19 Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God! O men of blood, depart from me! 20 They speak against you with malicious intent; your enemies take your name in vain.* 21 Do I not hate those who hate you, O Lord? And do I not loathe those who rise up against you? 22 I hate them with complete hatred; I count them my enemies. 23 Search me, O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts!* 24 And see if there be any grievous way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting!*