Psalms 129

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

Faarfannaa ol baʼuu. Israaʼel akkana haa jedhu; “Isaan dargaggummaa kootii jalqabanii akka malee na cunqursaniiru;

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

isaan dargaggummaa kootii jalqabanii akka malee na cunqursaniiru; garuu na hin moʼanne.

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

Warri qootiisa qotan dugda koo qotan; boʼoo isaaniis ni dheeressan.

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

Waaqayyo garuu qajeelaa dha; funyoo jalʼootaa gargar kukkuteera.”

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

Warri Xiyoonin jibban hundinuu, qaaniidhaan duubatti haa deebiʼan.

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

Isaan akka marga bantii manaa irraa kan utuu hin guddatin goguu haa taʼan;

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

namichi haamu qabaa isaa guuttachuu, yookaan namichi walitti qabu bissii isaa guuttachuu hin dandaʼu.

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.”

Warri achiin darban, “Eebbi Waaqayyoo isiniif haa taʼu; maqaa Waaqayyootiin isin eebbifna” isaaniin hin jedhin.