< Psalms 129 >

1 A Song of Ascents. Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say:
(Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel
2 many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.
de trængte mig hårdt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.
3 The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.
Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;
4 The LORD is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.
retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.
5 Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.
Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,
6 Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,
blive som Græs på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,
7 with which the reaper does not fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.
og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;
8 Neither do those who go by say, “The blessing of the LORD be on you. We bless you in the LORD’s name.”
Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"

< Psalms 129 >