Psalms 129

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

Cântico dos degraus: Diga Israel: Desde minha juventude muitas vezes me afligiram.

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

Desde minha juventude, muitas vezes me afligiram, porém não prevaleceram contra mim.

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

Lavradores lavraram sobre minhas costas, fizeram compridos os seus sulcos.

4 The just Lord will cut the necks of sinners.

O SENHOR é justo; ele cortou as cordas dos perversos.

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

Sejam envergonhados, e voltem para trás todos os que odeiam a Sião.

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

Sejam como a erva dos telhados, que se seca antes que cresça.

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

Com que o ceifeiro não enche sua mão, nem o braço daquele que amarra os molhos.

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.”

Nem também os que passam, dizem: A bênção do SENHOR seja sobre vós; nós vos bendizemos no nome do SENHOR.