Psalms 129

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

canticum graduum saepe expugnaverunt me a iuventute mea dicat nunc Israhel

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

saepe expugnaverunt me a iuventute mea etenim non potuerunt mihi

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

supra dorsum meum fabricabantur peccatores prolongaverunt iniquitatem suam

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

Dominus iustus concidet 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 faenum 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 praeteribant benedictio Domini super vos benediximus vobis in nomine Domini