Salme 129

1 De trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom af — saa sige Israel! —

A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth— let Israel now declare—

2 de trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom af; dog kunde de ikke overvælde mig.

many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me.

3 Plovmændene pløjede paa min Ryg, de droge deres Furer lange.

The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.

4 Herren er retfærdig, han overhuggede de ugudeliges Reb.

The LORD is righteous; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.

5 De skulle beskæmmes og vige tilbage, alle de, som hade Zion.

May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.

6 De skulle blive som Græs paa Tagene, som tørres, førend nogen oprykker det;

May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,

7 af hvilket Høstmanden ikke fylder sin Haand, ej heller den, som binder Neg, sin Arm.

unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves.

8 Og de, som gaa forbi, sige ikke: Herrens Velsignelse være over eder! Vi velsigne eder i Herrens Navn.

May none who pass by say to them, “The blessing of the LORD be on you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.”