Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

Hodočasnička pjesma. “Mnogo su me od mladosti tlačili” - neka rekne sad Izrael!

2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

“Mnogo su me od mladosti tlačili, ali me ne svladaše.

3 The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

Po leđima su mojim orači orali, duge brazde povlačili.

4 Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Al' Jahve pravedni isiječe užeta zlikovcima!”

5 Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

Nek' se postide i uzmaknu svi koji mrze Sion!

6 Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

Nek' budu k'o trava na krovu što povene prije nego je počupaju.

7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

Žetelac njome ne napuni ruku ni naručje onaj koji veže snopove.

8 Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!

A prolaznici nek' ne reknu: “Blagoslov Jahvin nad vama! Blagoslivljamo vas imenom Jahvinim!”