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:

Ka naasen awhkawng cekkhqi ing ni husit hawh uhy, tina – Israelkhqi ing amik kqawnnaak taw –

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

cekkhqi ing ka naasen awhkawng ni husit hlai uhy, amni noeng khawi uhy.

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

Lai ak nawkkhqi ing kam tingkawng awh lai nawk unawh, a qytnaak a ngaw sim hqa hy.

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

Cehlai Bawipa taw dyng hy; anih ing thlakchekhqi a qui ce boet law nawh ni loet sak hy.

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

Zion ak sawhnaak thlangkhqi boeih taw chah doena hlat u seh.

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

Iptih na sai ak cawt, a tai hlan awh ak zai nawn amyihna awm u seh;

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

cemyih cetaw ak aatkung ing a kut awh ap pawm nawh, ak cawikung ingawm a ban awh ak be na ap tawm bai hy.

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.”

Ce a hun awh ak cet saqui ing, “Bawipa a zoseennaak nak khan awh awm seh; Bawipang ming ing zoseennaak ni pe nyng,” am tina kawn.