Salme 129

1 Sang til Festrejserne.

A Song of Ascents. 'Much have they afflicted me from my youth up', let Israel now say;

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

'Much have they afflicted me from my youth up; but they have not prevailed against me.

3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

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

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

The LORD 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 they that hate Zion.

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

Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it springeth up;

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

Wherewith the reaper 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 they that go by say: 'The blessing of the LORD be upon you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.'