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:

Canticum graduum. [Sæpe expugnaverunt me a juventute mea, dicat nunc Israël;

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

sæpe expugnaverunt me a juventute mea: etenim non potuerunt mihi.

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

Supra dorsum meum fabricaverunt peccatores; prolongaverunt iniquitatem suam.

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

Dominus justus concidit cervices peccatorum.

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

Confundantur, et convertantur retrorsum omnes qui oderunt Sion.

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

Fiant sicut fœnum tectorum, quod priusquam evellatur exaruit:

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

de quo non implevit manum suam qui metit, et sinum suum qui manipulos colligit.

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.”

Et non dixerunt qui præteribant: Benedictio Domini super vos. Benediximus vobis in nomine Domini.]