Salme 129

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

“A song of the degrees.” Many a time have they assailed me from my youth, so should Israel say;

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

Many a time have they assailed me from my youth: yet have they not prevailed against me.

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

Upon my back have ploughmen ploughed; they have drawn long their furrows:

4 Herren er retfærdig, han overhuggede de ugudeliges Reb.

[Yet] the Lord is righteous; he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

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

May all be put to shame and turned backward that hate Zion;

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

May they become like the grass of the roofs, which withereth before it is pulled 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 his arm he that bindeth sheaves.

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

Nor do they who pass by say, The blessing of the Lord be with you: we bless you in the name of the Lord.