Salme 129

1 Sang til Festrejserne.

A Song of Ascents. Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let 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 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 ploughers ploughed on my back. They made their furrows long.

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

The LORD 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.

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 doesn’t 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 the LORD be on you. We bless you in the LORD’s name.”