Psalms 129

1 Often have they fought against me from my youth, let Israel now say.

Sang til Festrejserne.

2 Often have they fought against me from my youth: but they could not prevail over me.

De trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom — saa sige Israel — de trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

3 The wicked have wrought upon my back: they have lengthened their iniquity.

Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

4 The Lord who is just will cut the necks of sinners:

retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

5 Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Sion.

Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

6 Let them be as grass on the tops of houses: which withered before it be plucked up:

blive som Græs paa Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Straa,

7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand: nor he that gathereth sheaves his bosom.

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

8 And they that have passed by have not said: The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.

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