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:

Waƙar haurawa. Sun yi mini danniya ƙwarai tun ina ƙarami, bari Isra’ila yă ce,

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

sun yi mini danniya ƙwarai tun ina ƙarami, amma ba su yi nasara a kaina ba.

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

Manoma sun nome bayana suka yi kunyoyinsu da tsayi.

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

Amma Ubangiji mai adalci ne; ya’yantar da ni daga igiyoyin mugaye.

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

Bari dukan waɗanda suke ƙin Sihiyona a juye da su baya da kunya.

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

Bari su zama kamar ciyawa a kan rufi, wadda takan bushe kafin tă yi girma;

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

da ita mai girbi ba ya iya cika hannuwansa, balle wanda yake tarawa yă cika hannuwansa.

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.”

Kada masu wuce su ce, “Albarkar Ubangiji ta kasance a kanku; muna sa muku albarka a cikin sunan Ubangiji.”