Psalms 129

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

IJRAEL en inda: Re katoutou ia melel jan ni ai tikitik lel met pak toto.

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

Pan pak toto re katoutou ia melel jan ni ai tikitik lel met; ari jo, re jota kak kaloe ia di.

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

Men japajap weirada pon tinjau ai, wiadar warawar reirei.

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

A Ieowa me pun, a kotin lepuk pajaner jal en me doo jan Kot akan.

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

Karoj me kin tataki Jion, en jarodi o tanwei!

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

Ren rajon ra pon oj en im o, me kin mon pena mon a pan ujujda!

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

Me jota kin kadirela kumut en pa en jaundolun, de pa en me kin pir pena kap akan.

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

Pwe me kin daulul waja o, ren der inda: Kot en kotin kupura maui komail! Kit kapai komail da ni mar en Ieowa!