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);

Wer ma ji wero kadhi e hekalu. “Jogi osesanda malit nyaka aa e tin-na,” Israel mondo owach niya;

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

“gisesanda malit nyaka aa e tin-na, to kata kamano pok gibedo gi loch kuoma.

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

Jopur osepuro diengʼeya kendo gisegore opara ma roboche,

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

to kata kamano Jehova Nyasaye en ngʼama kare; osegola e badho mar joma timbegi richo.”

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

Ji duto mochayo Sayun lo mi dog chien gi wichkuot.

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

Mad gichal gi lum moti ewi tado maner kata kapok odongo maber.

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

Ok onyal nyago gimoro mapongʼo lwet jakeyo, kata ma jachoko nyalo tingʼo e bade.

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.

Mad joma kalo bute kik wachnegi niya, “Jehova Nyasaye mondo ogwedhi, kata ni, wagwedhi e nying Jehova Nyasaye.”