Psalms 129

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

Rwiyo rworwendo. Vakandidzvinyirira zvikuru kubva pauduku hwangu, Israeri ngaati,

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

“Vakandidzvinyirira zvikuru kubva pauduku hwangu, asi havana kundikunda.

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

Varimi vakarima musana wangu vakaita miforo yavo mirefu.”

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

Asi Jehovha akarurama, akandisunungura pamabote avakaipa.

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

Vose vanovenga Zioni ngavadzorerwe shure nenyadzi.

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

Ngavaite souswa pamusoro pedenga remba, hunooma husati hwakura;

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

mukohwi haangazadzi maoko ake nahwo, uye anounganidza haangazadzi maoko ake.

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.”

Vanopfuura nepo ngavarege kuti, “Maropafadzo aJehovha ngaave pamusoro pako; tinokuropafadza muzita raJehovha.”