Salme 129

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

[A Song of Ascents.] Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say,

2 de trængte mig hårdt 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 plowers plowed 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 på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,

Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up;

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

with which the reaper doesn't fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

8 Folk, som går 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 name of the LORD."