Psalms 129

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

De trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom af — saa sige Israel! —

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

de trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom af; dog kunde de ikke overvælde mig.

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

Plovmændene pløjede paa min Ryg, de droge deres Furer lange.

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

Herren er retfærdig, han overhuggede de ugudeliges Reb.

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

De skulle beskæmmes og vige tilbage, alle de, som hade Zion.

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

De skulle blive som Græs paa Tagene, som tørres, førend nogen oprykker det;

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

af hvilket Høstmanden ikke fylder sin Haand, ej heller den, som binder Neg, sin Arm.

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.”

Og de, som gaa forbi, sige ikke: Herrens Velsignelse være over eder! Vi velsigne eder i Herrens Navn.