Psalms 129

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

Fihirana fiakarana.

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

Mafy no nampahoriany ahy hatry ny fony aho mbola tanora; Nefa tsy naharesy ahy izy.

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

Ny mpiasa dia niasa ny lamosiko; Efa nanalava ny vavasany izy.

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

Marina Jehovah: Efa nanapaka ny famatorana nataon’ ny ratsy fanahy Izy.

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

Aoka ho menatra sy hiamboho Izay rehetra mandrafy an’ i Ziona

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

Ka ho tahaka ny ahitra eo an-tampon-trano. Izay malazo, na dia tsy misy manongotra azy aza;

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

Tsy misy mpijinja mameno tanana Na mpamehy amboara mameno tratra amin’ izany;

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.”

Ka dia tsy hisy mpandalo hanao hoe: Hotahin’ i Jehovah anie ianareo; Eny, ny anaran’ i Jehovah no itsofanay rano anareo.