Salme 129

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

A Song of degrees. Many a time 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.

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

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

The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

4 Herren er retfærdig, han overhuggede de ugudeliges Reb.

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.

Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

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

Let them be as the grass [upon] the house-tops, which withereth before it groweth up:

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

With which the mower 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.

Neither do they who go by, say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.