Salme 129

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

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

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

Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

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

Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

4 Herren er retfærdig, han overhuggede de ugudeliges Reb.

YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

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

All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

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

They are as grass of the roofs, That withers before it was drawn out,

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

That has not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

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

And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”