Salme 129

1 Sang til Festrejserne.

A song of ascents. “Often since my youth they have attacked me,” 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.

“Often since my youth they have attacked me, yet they have not defeated 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.

Yahweh is righteous; he has cut the ropes of the wicked.”

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

May they all be put to shame and turned back, those who hate Zion.

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

May they be like the grass on the housetops that withers before it grows up,

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

that cannot fill the reaper's hand or the chest of the one who binds bundles of grain together.

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

May those who pass by not say, “May the blessing of Yahweh be on you; we bless you in the name of Yahweh.”