Salme 129

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

“A psalm of the steps, or the goings up.” Much have they afflicted me from my youth, May Israel now say;

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

Much have they afflicted me from my youth, Yet have they not prevailed against me.

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

The ploughers ploughed up my back; They made long their furrows;

4 Herren er retfærdig, han overhuggede de ugudeliges Reb.

But the LORD was righteous; He cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

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

Let all be driven back with shame Who hate Zion!

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

Let them be as grass upon the house-tops, Which withereth before one pulleth it up;

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

With which the reaper 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.

And they who pass by do not say, “The blessing of the LORD be upon you! We bless you in the name of the LORD!”