Salme 129

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

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

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

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

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

The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

4 Herren er retfærdig, han overhuggede de ugudeliges Reb.

Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

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

Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

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

Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

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

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

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

Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!