Psalms 129

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

Rwiyo rworwendo. Vakandidzvinyirira zvikuru kubva pauduku hwangu, Israeri ngaati,

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

“Vakandidzvinyirira zvikuru kubva pauduku hwangu, asi havana kundikunda.

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

Varimi vakarima musana wangu vakaita miforo yavo mirefu.”

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

Asi Jehovha akarurama, akandisunungura pamabote avakaipa.

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

Vose vanovenga Zioni ngavadzorerwe shure nenyadzi.

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

Ngavaite souswa pamusoro pedenga remba, hunooma husati hwakura;

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

mukohwi haangazadzi maoko ake nahwo, uye anounganidza haangazadzi maoko ake.

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

Vanopfuura nepo ngavarege kuti, “Maropafadzo aJehovha ngaave pamusoro pako; tinokuropafadza muzita raJehovha.”