Psalms 129

1 A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth— let Israel now declare—

Hodočasnička pjesma. “Mnogo su me od mladosti tlačili” - neka rekne sad Izrael!

2 many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me.

“Mnogo su me od mladosti tlačili, ali me ne svladaše.

3 The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.

Po leđima su mojim orači orali, duge brazde povlačili.

4 The LORD is righteous; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.

Al' Jahve pravedni isiječe užeta zlikovcima!”

5 May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.

Nek' se postide i uzmaknu svi koji mrze Sion!

6 May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,

Nek' budu k'o trava na krovu što povene prije nego je počupaju.

7 unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves.

Žetelac njome ne napuni ruku ni naručje onaj koji veže snopove.

8 May none who pass by say to them, “The blessing of the LORD be on you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.”

A prolaznici nek' ne reknu: “Blagoslov Jahvin nad vama! Blagoslivljamo vas imenom Jahvinim!”