< Psalms 129 >

1 A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth— let Israel now declare—
(Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel
2 many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me.
de trængte mig hårdt 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 på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,
7 unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves.
og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd 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.”
Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"

< Psalms 129 >