Psalms 129

1 Many a time they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say,

Sang til Festrejserne.

2 Many a time they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.

De trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom — saa sige Israel — de trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

3 The plowers plowed upon my back. They made long their furrows.

Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

4 Jehovah is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.

retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

5 Let them be put to shame and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.

Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

6 Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withers before it grows up,

blive som Græs paa Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Straa,

7 with which the reaper fills not his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

8 Neither do those who go by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you. We bless you in the name of Jehovah.

Folk, som gaar forbi, siger ikke: »HERRENS Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENS Navn!«