< Salme 129 >

1 (Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel
A song of ascents. “Sore have they vexed me from youth” thus let Israel say
2 de trængte mig hårdt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.
“Sore have they vexed me from youth, but they have not prevailed against me.
3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;
“The ploughers ploughed on my back, they made their furrows long.
4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.
But the Lord, who is righteous, has cut the cords of the wicked.”
5 Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,
Let all who are haters of Zion be put to shame and defeated.
6 blive som Græs på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,
May they be as the grass on the house-top, which withers before it shoots up;
7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;
which fills not the arms of the reaper, nor the lap of the binder of sheaves
8 Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"
whereof no one says as they pass, “The blessing of God be upon you.” In the name of the Lord we bless you.

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