< Psalms 129 >

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —
Canticum graduum. Sæpe expugnaverunt me a juventute mea, dicat nunc Israël;
2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.
sæpe expugnaverunt me a juventute mea: etenim non potuerunt mihi.
3 The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.
Supra dorsum meum fabricaverunt peccatores; prolongaverunt iniquitatem suam.
4 Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
Dominus justus concidit cervices peccatorum.
5 Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;
Confundantur, et convertantur retrorsum omnes qui oderunt Sion.
6 Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,
Fiant sicut fœnum tectorum, quod priusquam evellatur exaruit:
7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;
de quo non implevit manum suam qui metit, et sinum suum qui manipulos colligit.
8 Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!
Et non dixerunt qui præteribant: Benedictio Domini super vos. Benediximus vobis in nomine Domini.

< Psalms 129 >