Salme 129

1 Sang til Festrejserne.

A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth— let Israel now declare—

2 De trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom — saa sige Israel — de trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me.

3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

The LORD is righteous; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.

5 Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.

6 blive som Græs paa Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Straa,

May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves.

8 Folk, som gaar forbi, siger ikke: »HERRENS Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENS Navn!«

May none who pass by say to them, “The blessing of the LORD be on you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.”