Salme 129

1 (Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel

A Song of the going up. Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young (let Israel now say);

2 de trængte mig hårdt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young, but my troubles have not overcome me.

3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

The Lord is true: the cords of the evil-doers are broken in two.

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

Let all the haters of Zion be shamed and turned back.

6 blive som Græs på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,

Let them be like the grass on the house-tops, which is dry before it comes to full growth.

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

He who gets in the grain has no use for it; and they do not make bands of it for the grain-stems.

8 Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"

And those who go by do not say, The blessing of the Lord be on you; we give you blessing in the name of the Lord.