Psalms 129

1 A Song of the going up. Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young (let Israel now say);

Nyimbo yoyimba pokwera ku Yerusalemu. “Andizunza kwambiri kuyambira ubwana wanga,” anene tsono Israeli;

2 Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young, but my troubles have not overcome me.

“Andizunza kwambiri kuyambira ubwana wanga, koma sanandipambane.

3 The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.

Anthu otipula analima pa msana panga ndipo anapangapo mizere yayitali:

4 The Lord is true: the cords of the evil-doers are broken in two.

Koma Yehova ndi wolungama; Iye wandimasula ku zingwe za anthu oyipa.”

5 Let all the haters of Zion be shamed and turned back.

Onse amene amadana ndi Ziyoni abwezedwe pambuyo mwamanyazi.

6 Let them be like the grass on the house-tops, which is dry before it comes to full growth.

Akhale ngati udzu womera pa denga la nyumba, umene umafota usanakule;

7 He who gets in the grain has no use for it; and they do not make bands of it for the grain-stems.

sungadzaze manja a owumweta kapena manja a omanga mitolo.

8 And those who go by do not say, The blessing of the Lord be on you; we give you blessing in the name of the Lord.

Odutsa pafupi asanene kuti, “Dalitso la Yehova lili pa inu; tikukudalitsani mʼdzina la Yehova.”