Psalms 129

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

(Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel

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

de trængte mig hårdt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

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

Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

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

retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

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

Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

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

blive som Græs på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,

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

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

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

Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"