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:

Yon chan pou monte vè tanp lan. “Anpil fwa, yo te pèsekite mwen soti nan jenès mwen. Kite Israël di koulye a:

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

“Anpil fwa, yo te pèsekite mwen soti nan jenès mwen, men yo pa janm reyisi kont mwen.

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

Labourè yo te laboure chan yo sou do m. Yo fè tranch tè yo vin pi long.”

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

SENYÈ a dwat. Kòd a mechan yo, Li te koupe yo fè bout.

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

Ke tout (sila) ki rayi Sion yo vin wont! Ke yo retounen fè bak menm.

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

Kite yo vin tankou zèb sou kay la; zèb ki fennen avan li grandi,

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

jis moun rekòlt la p ap kapab plen men l, oubyen (sila) ki mare pote pake a, pa p ka plen lestomak li.

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.”

Ni (sila) ki pase yo, p ap di: “Ke benediksyon SENYÈ a rete avèk ou. Nou beni ou nan non SENYÈ a.”