Psalms 129

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

“Mara nyingi tangu ujana wangu wamekuwa wakinishambulia,” Israeli na iseme.

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

“Mara nyingi tangu ujana wangu wamekuwa wakinishambulia, lakini hawajanishinda.

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

Wakulima wamekuwa wakilima mgonngoni kwangu; wametengeneza matuta yao marefu.

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

Yahwe ni mwenye haki; amezikata kamba za waovu.”

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

Wote waaibishwe na kurudishwa nyuma, wale wachukiao Sayuni.

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

Na wawe kama nyasi juu ya paa ambayo hunyauka kabla hayajakua,

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

ambayo hayawezi kujaza mkono wa mvunaji wala kifua cha mfunga miganda.

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

Wale wapitao karibu wasiseme, “Baraka za Mungu na ziwe juu yako; Tunakubariki katika jina la Yahwe.”