Salme 129

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

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

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

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

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

Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

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

Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

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

Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!