Salme 129

1 Sang til Festrejserne.

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

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 have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

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

Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

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

Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

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

Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!