Psalms 129

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

Mɔzɔha. Wotem ɖe anyi ale gbegbe tso nye ɖekakpuime ke. Israel negblɔ be,

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

“Wotem ɖe anyi ale gbegbe tso nye ɖekakpuime ke, gake womeɖu dzinye o.

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

Agbleŋlɔlawo ŋlɔ nye dzimegbe, eye woɖe boliƒowo wodidi,

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

gake Yehowa nye dzɔdzɔetɔ, etso kam tso ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe babla me.”

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

Na be ame siwo katã tsri Zion la, nagbugbɔ ɖe megbe kple ŋukpe.

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

Na be woanɔ abe gbe si wotsɔ gbã xɔe ene, gbe si yrɔna, hafi ayi miemie ge.

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

Ale gbetsola mate ŋu atsoe alɔ ɖe asime loo, alo ame si le elɔm la, nayi elɔ ge ɖe abɔdome o.

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.”

Ame siwo to afi ma yi la megagblɔ be, “Yehowa ƒe yayra nenɔ dziwò; míeyra wò le Yehowa ƒe ŋkɔ me” o.