Salme 129

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

A song of ascents. “Often since my youth they have attacked me,” let Israel say.

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

“Often since my youth they have attacked me, yet they have not defeated me.

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

The plowers plowed on my back; they made their furrows long.

4 Herren er retfærdig, han overhuggede de ugudeliges Reb.

Yahweh is righteous; he has cut the ropes of the wicked.”

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

May they all be put to shame and turned back, those who hate Zion.

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

May they be like the grass on the housetops that withers before it grows up,

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

that cannot fill the reaper's hand or the chest of the one who binds bundles of grain together.

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

May those who pass by not say, “May the blessing of Yahweh be on you; we bless you in the name of Yahweh.”