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:

Tangtlaeng Laa Ka camoe lamloh kai mat n'daengdaeh he Israel loh thui laeh saeh.

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

Ka camoe lamloh kai he mat n'daengdaeh uh dae kai he n'noeng moenih.

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

Ka uen soah a thoe a thoe uh tih a hma sokah a hma te a yoe uh.

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

Aka dueng BOEIPA loh halang rhoek kah rhuivaeh te a tlueh pah.

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

Zion aka thiinah rhoek boeih tah yahpok uh saeh lamtah a hnuk la balkhong uh saeh.

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

Imphu kah sulrham bangla om saeh. Te tah amah hmuen ah a rhae la a phuk.

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

Te te a ah tih a ban neh a kulup akhaw a kutpha dongah a bae moenih.

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.”

Te vaengah aka kongpa rhoek loh, “Nangmih soah BOEIPA kah yoethennah om saeh. BOEIPA ming neh nangmih te yoethen kan paek uh,” ti uh boel saeh.