Psalms 129

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:

Isala: ili fi! Dia ha lai da di ayeligia amogainini dima se bagade iasu. Amo hou adodoma.

2 Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.

“Dafawane! Na ayeligia amoganini, nama ha lai dunu da dodona: giniwane nama se bagade iasu. Be ilia na hame hasalasi.

3 They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.

Ilia da na baligia oso dogone fofa: gi. Na baligi da osobo gidinasuga dogoi agoai ba: i.

4 But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.

Be Hina Gode da moloidafa amola E da na halegale masa: ne hamoi dagoi.”

5 May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.

Dunu huluane amo da Saione Moilai Bai Bagade higasa, ilia da hasali dagoiba: le baligidu masa: ne se bobogei ba: mu da defea.

6 May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,

Ilia huluane da gisi amo diasu figisu da: iya bugi dialebe agoai ba: mu da defea. Amo gisi da mae heda: le, hedolo biosa.

7 There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.

Dunu afae da amo gisi hame gagadosa amola gilisili la: gili hame gaguli ahoa.

8 May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”

Dunu afae da baligili ahoasea, amane hame sia: mu, “Hina Gode da dima hahawane dogolegele bagade imunu da defea! Ninia da Hina Gode Ea Dioba: le, dima hahawane dogolegele ganoma: ne sia: sa.”