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);

Canción de las gradas. Mucho me han angustiado desde mi juventud, diga ahora Israel:

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

Mucho me han angustiado desde mi juventud; mas no prevalecieron contra mí.

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

Sobre mis espaldas araron los aradores; hicieron largos surcos.

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

El SEÑOR es justo; cortó las coyundas de los impíos.

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

Serán avergonzados y vueltos atrás todos los que aborrecen a Sion.

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

Serán como la hierba de los tejados, que se seca antes que crezca;

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

de la cual no llenó el segador su mano, ni sus brazos el que hace gavillas.

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.

Ni dijeron los que pasaban: La bendición del SEÑOR sea sobre vosotros; os bendecimos en el Nombre del SEÑOR.