Salme 129

1 Sang til Festrejserne.

A song of ascents. “Sore have they vexed me from youth” thus 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.

“Sore have they vexed me from youth, but they have not prevailed against me.

3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

“The ploughers ploughed on my back, they made their furrows long.

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

But the Lord, who is righteous, has cut the cords of the wicked.”

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

Let all who are haters of Zion be put to shame and defeated.

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

May they be as the grass on the house-top, which withers before it shoots up;

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

which fills not the arms of the reaper, nor the lap of the binder of sheaves

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

whereof no one says as they pass, “The blessing of God be upon you.” In the name of the Lord we bless you.