Psalms 129

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

Thaburi ya Agendi Maanahinyĩrĩria mũno kuuma ũnini-inĩ wakwa, Isiraeli nĩmakiuge ũguo,

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

maanahinyĩrĩria mũno kuuma ũnini-inĩ wakwa, no rĩrĩ, matirĩ maahota kũndooria.

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

Andũ arĩa marĩmaga na mũraũ marĩmĩte ngʼongʼo wakwa, magatema mĩtaro mĩraihu.

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

No rĩrĩ, Jehova nĩ mũthingu; nĩanjohorithĩtie harĩ mĩhĩndo ya andũ arĩa aaganu.

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

Andũ arĩa othe mathũire Zayuni marocookio na thuutha maconokete.

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

Marohaana ta nyeki ĩrĩ nyũmba igũrũ, ĩrĩa ĩhoohaga ĩtanamera;

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

mũmĩtui ndangĩmĩiyũria hĩ-inĩ ciake, o na kana ũrĩa ũmĩũnganagia amĩiyũrie moko-inĩ make.

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.”

Andũ arĩa mahĩtũkagĩra kuo maroaga kuuga atĩrĩ, “Kĩrathimo kĩa Jehova kĩrogĩa igũrũ rĩanyu; nĩtwamũrathima thĩinĩ wa rĩĩtwa rĩa Jehova.”