Salme 129

1 Sang til Festrejserne.

A song of degrees. They haue often times afflicted me from my youth (may Israel nowe say)

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

They haue often times afflicted me from my youth: but they could not preuaile against me.

3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

But the righteous Lord hath cut the cordes of the wicked.

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

They that hate Zion, shalbe all ashamed and turned backward.

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

They shalbe as the grasse on the house tops, which withereth afore it commeth forth.

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither the glainer his lap:

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

Neither they, which go by, say, The blessing of the Lord be vpon you, or, We blesse you in the Name of the Lord.