Psalms 129

1 A Song of Degrees. Many a time have they warred against me from my youth, let Israel now say:

Sabo-Pionjonañe Beteke nisilofen-draho boak’ami’ty nahajalahy ahiko— ano ty hoe r’Israele—

2 Many a time have they warred against me from my youth: and yet they prevailed not against me.

Beteke niforeforèñe sikal’amy te izaho niajalahy, f’ie tsy nahagioke ahy.

3 The sinners wrought upon my back: they prolonged their iniquity.

Nitrabahe’ o mpitrabakeo ty sakamamovoko, nanoe’ iareo lava o vavahalioo.

4 The righteous Lord has cut asunder the necks of sinners.

Vantañe t’Iehovà; navitso’e ty namahora’ o lo-tserekeo ahy.

5 Let all that hate Sion be put to shame and turned back.

Hampolieñe an-kasalarañe ze malaiñe i Tsiône.

6 Let them be as the grass of the housetops, which withers before it is plucked up.

Ie hampanahafeñe ami’ty ahetse an-tafo traño eo, hiheatse aolo’ ty hibeiza’e,

7 Wherewith the reaper fills not his hand, nor he that makes up the sheaves, his bosom.

toe tsy hahaeneñe ty fità’ i mpanatakey, ndra ty araña’ i mpifehe’ o fehe’eo.

8 Neither do they that go by say, The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.

Vaho tsy anoe’ o mpandrioñeo ty hoe: Ho ama’ areo ty fañanintsi’ Iehovà! Itatà’ay ami’ty tahina’ Iehovà!