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:

Kathutkung: Panuekhoeh, tami tangawn ni Hezekiah a ti awh Ka nawca hoiyah ahnimouh ni na rektap awh, telah Isarelnaw ni tet awh naseh.

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

Ka nawca hoiyah ahnimouh ni kai teh, na rektap awh. Hatei, na tâ awh hoeh.

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

Ka hnukthun vah talai thawn e patetlah a thawn awh teh, laikong kasawlah a sak awh.

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

Hatei, BAWIPA teh a lan. Ahni ni tamikaponaw e tangronnaw teh, thouk thouk a bouk pouh.

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

Zion kahmuhmanaw pueng teh, kayak awh naseh, hnuklah ban awh naseh.

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

Ahnimouh teh, a kung a len hoehnahlan remke e lemphu e phokung patetlah awm awh naseh.

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

Hote pho teh, kaanaw hanelah, kut kasum khuem hai phat hoeh. Ka tangoungnaw hanelah, tapam khuem hai phat hoeh.

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.”

Ka cet kaawm pueng nihai, BAWIPA e yawhawi teh nangmouh koe awm lawiseh. Kaimouh ni BAWIPA min lahoi nangmouh yawhawi na poe awh telah a dei awh mahoeh.