Salme 129

1 Sang til Festrejserne.

A Song of Ascents. Many a time, have they harassed me from my youth, well may Israel 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 harassed me from youth, yet have they not prevailed against me.

3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

Upon my back, have ploughmen ploughed, They have lengthened their furrow!

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

Yahweh, is righteous, He hath cut asunder the cords of the lawless.

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

Let all who hate Zion, be ashamed and shrink back:

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

Let them become like the grass of housetops, which, before it is pulled up, hath withered;

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

Wherewith no reaper, hath filled his hand, nor binder, his bosom:

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

Neither have the passers-by ever said, The blessing of Yahweh, be unto you, —We have blessed you in the Name of Yahweh.