Salme 129

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

“A song of the degrees.” Many a time have they assailed me from my youth, so should Israel say;

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

Many a time have they assailed me from my youth: yet have they not prevailed against me.

3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

Upon my back have ploughmen ploughed; they have drawn long their furrows:

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

[Yet] the Lord is righteous; he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

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

May all be put to shame and turned backward that hate Zion;

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

May they become like the grass of the roofs, which withereth before it is pulled up;

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor his arm he that bindeth sheaves.

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

Nor do they who pass by say, The blessing of the Lord be with you: we bless you in the name of the Lord.