Salme 129

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

“A psalm of the steps, or the goings up.” Much have they afflicted me from my youth, May Israel now say;

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

Much have they afflicted me from my youth, Yet have they not prevailed against me.

3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

The ploughers ploughed up my back; They made long their furrows;

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

But the LORD was righteous; He cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

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

Let all be driven back with shame Who hate Zion!

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

Let them be as grass upon the house-tops, Which withereth before one pulleth it up;

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

With which the reaper 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!"

And they who pass by do not say, “The blessing of the LORD be upon you! We bless you in the name of the LORD!”