Psalms 129

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

Mɔzɔha. Wotem ɖe anyi ale gbegbe tso nye ɖekakpuime ke. Israel negblɔ be,

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

“Wotem ɖe anyi ale gbegbe tso nye ɖekakpuime ke, gake womeɖu dzinye o.

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

Agbleŋlɔlawo ŋlɔ nye dzimegbe, eye woɖe boliƒowo wodidi,

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

gake Yehowa nye dzɔdzɔetɔ, etso kam tso ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe babla me.”

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

Na be ame siwo katã tsri Zion la, nagbugbɔ ɖe megbe kple ŋukpe.

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

Na be woanɔ abe gbe si wotsɔ gbã xɔe ene, gbe si yrɔna, hafi ayi miemie ge.

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

Ale gbetsola mate ŋu atsoe alɔ ɖe asime loo, alo ame si le elɔm la, nayi elɔ ge ɖe abɔdome o.

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

Ame siwo to afi ma yi la megagblɔ be, “Yehowa ƒe yayra nenɔ dziwò; míeyra wò le Yehowa ƒe ŋkɔ me” o.