Psalmi 129

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

The song of greces. Israel seie now; Ofte thei fouyten ayens me fro my yongth.

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

Ofte thei fouyten ayens me fro my yongthe; and sotheli thei miyten not to me.

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

Synneris forgeden on my bak; thei maden long her wickidnesse.

4 Al' Jahve pravedni isiječe užeta zlikovcima!”

The `iust Lord schal beete the nollis of synneris;

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

alle that haten Sion be schent, and turned abak.

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

Be thei maad as the hey of hous coppis; that driede vp, bifore that it be drawun vp.

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

Of which hei he that schal repe, schal not fille his hond; and he that schal gadere hondfullis, schal not fille his bosum.

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

And thei that passiden forth seiden not, The blessing of the Lord be on you; we blessiden you in the name of the Lord.