Psalmi 129

1 Hodočasnička pjesma. “Mnogo su me od mladosti tlačili” - neka rekne sad Izrael!

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:

2 “Mnogo su me od mladosti tlačili, ali me ne svladaše.

Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.

3 Po leđima su mojim orači orali, duge brazde povlačili.

They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.

4 Al' Jahve pravedni isiječe užeta zlikovcima!”

But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.

5 Nek' se postide i uzmaknu svi koji mrze Sion!

May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.

6 Nek' budu k'o trava na krovu što povene prije nego je počupaju.

May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,

7 Žetelac njome ne napuni ruku ni naručje onaj koji veže snopove.

There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.

8 A prolaznici nek' ne reknu: “Blagoslov Jahvin nad vama! Blagoslivljamo vas imenom Jahvinim!”

May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”