Salme 129

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

A Song of Ascents. Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say:

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

many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet 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.

The LORD is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.

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

Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.

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

Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,

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

with which the reaper doesn’t fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

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

Neither do those who go by say, “The blessing of the LORD be on you. We bless you in the LORD’s name.”