Psalms 129

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

IJRAEL en inda: Re katoutou ia melel jan ni ai tikitik lel met pak toto.

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

Pan pak toto re katoutou ia melel jan ni ai tikitik lel met; ari jo, re jota kak kaloe ia di.

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

Men japajap weirada pon tinjau ai, wiadar warawar reirei.

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

A Ieowa me pun, a kotin lepuk pajaner jal en me doo jan Kot akan.

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

Karoj me kin tataki Jion, en jarodi o tanwei!

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

Ren rajon ra pon oj en im o, me kin mon pena mon a pan ujujda!

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

Me jota kin kadirela kumut en pa en jaundolun, de pa en me kin pir pena kap akan.

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.”

Pwe me kin daulul waja o, ren der inda: Kot en kotin kupura maui komail! Kit kapai komail da ni mar en Ieowa!