Salme 129

1 Sang til Festrejserne.

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may 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.

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 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 all be confounded and turned back 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 groweth 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 they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.