Psalms 129

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

Canticum graduum. Sæpe expugnaverunt me a iuventute mea, dicat nunc Israel.

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

Sæpe expugnaverunt me a iuventute mea: etenim non potuerunt mihi.

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

Supra dorsum meum fabricaverunt peccatores: prolongaverunt iniquitatem suam.

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

Dominus iustus concidit cervices peccatorum:

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

confundantur et convertantur retrorsum omnes, qui oderunt Sion.

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

Fiant sicut fœnum tectorum: quod priusquam evellatur, exaruit:

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

De quo non implevit manum suam qui metit, et sinum suum qui manipulos colligit.

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.”

Et non dixerunt qui præteribant: Benedictio Domini super vos: benediximus vobis in nomine Domini.