Psalms 129

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

Sang til Festrejserne.

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

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

Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

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

retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

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

Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

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

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

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

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

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.”

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