< Salme 129 >

1 Sang til Festrejserne.
Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel [God prevails] 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 times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.
3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;
The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.
4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.
Adonai is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.
5 Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,
Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion [Mountain ridge, Marking].
6 blive som Græs paa Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Straa,
Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up;
7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;
with which the reaper does not fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.
8 Folk, som gaar forbi, siger ikke: »HERRENS Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENS Navn!«
Neither do those who go by say, “The blessing of Adonai be on you. We bless you in Adonai’s name.”

< Salme 129 >