Psalms 129

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

Sabo-Pionjonañe Beteke nisilofen-draho boak’ami’ty nahajalahy ahiko— ano ty hoe r’Israele—

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

Beteke niforeforèñe sikal’amy te izaho niajalahy, f’ie tsy nahagioke ahy.

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

Nitrabahe’ o mpitrabakeo ty sakamamovoko, nanoe’ iareo lava o vavahalioo.

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

Vantañe t’Iehovà; navitso’e ty namahora’ o lo-tserekeo ahy.

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

Hampolieñe an-kasalarañe ze malaiñe i Tsiône.

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

Ie hampanahafeñe ami’ty ahetse an-tafo traño eo, hiheatse aolo’ ty hibeiza’e,

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

toe tsy hahaeneñe ty fità’ i mpanatakey, ndra ty araña’ i mpifehe’ o fehe’eo.

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

Vaho tsy anoe’ o mpandrioñeo ty hoe: Ho ama’ areo ty fañanintsi’ Iehovà! Itatà’ay ami’ty tahina’ Iehovà!