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 juventute mea, dicat nunc Israël;

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

sæpe expugnaverunt me a juventute 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 justus 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.