Psalms 129

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

Множицею брашася со мною от юности моея, да речет убо Израиль:

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

множицею брашася со мною от юности моея, ибо не премогоша мя.

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

На хребте моем делаша грешницы, продолжиша беззаконие свое.

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

Господь праведен ссече выя грешников.

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

Да постыдятся и возвратятся вспять вси ненавидящии Сиона:

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

да будут яко трава на здех, яже прежде восторжения изсше:

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

еюже не исполни руки своея жняй, и недра своего рукояти собираяй:

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

и не реша мимоходящии: благословение Господне на вы, благословихом вы во имя Господне.