Salme 129

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

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

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

Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

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

All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

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

They are as grass of the roofs, That withers before it was drawn out,

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

That has not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

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

And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”