Psalms 129

1 A Canticle in steps. They have often fought against me from my youth, let Israel now say:

Píseň stupňů. Veliceť jsou mne ssužovali hned od mladosti mé, rciž nyní Izraeli,

2 they have often fought against me from my youth, yet they could not prevail over me.

Veliceť jsou mne ssužovali hned od mladosti mé, a však mne nepřemohli.

3 The sinners have made fabrications behind my back. They have prolonged their iniquity.

Po hřbetě mém orali oráči, a dlouhé proháněli brázdy své.

4 The just Lord will cut the necks of sinners.

Ale Hospodin jsa spravedlivý, zpřetínal prostranky bezbožných.

5 Let all those who hate Zion be confounded and turned backwards.

Zahanbeni a zpět obráceni budou všickni, kteříž nenávidí Siona.

6 Let them be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can be pulled up:

Budou jako tráva na střechách, kteráž prvé než odrostá, usychá.

7 with it, he who reaps does not fill his hand and he who gathers sheaves does not fill his bosom.

Z níž nemůže hrsti své naplniti žnec, ani náručí svého ten, kterýž váže snopy.

8 And those who were passing by have not said to them: “The blessing of the Lord be upon you. We have blessed you in the name of the Lord.”

Aniž řeknou tudy jdoucí: Požehnání Hospodinovo budiž s vámi, aneb: Dobrořečíme vám ve jménu Hospodinovu.