Salme 129

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

A song of ascents. ‘Sore have they vexed me from youth’ thus let Israel say

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

‘Sore have they vexed me from youth, but they have not prevailed against me.

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

‘The ploughers ploughed on my back, they made their furrows long.

4 Herren er retfærdig, han overhuggede de ugudeliges Reb.

But the Lord, who is righteous, has cut the cords of the wicked.’

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

Let all who are haters of Zion be put to shame and defeated.

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

May they be as the grass on the house-top, which withers before it shoots up;

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

which fills not the arms of the reaper, nor the lap of the binder of sheaves

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

whereof no one says as they pass, ‘The blessing of God be upon you.’ In the name of the Lord we bless you.