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:

Sabo-Pionjonañe Beteke nisilofen-draho boak’ami’ty nahajalahy ahiko— ano ty hoe r’Israele—

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

Beteke niforeforèñe sikal’amy te izaho niajalahy, f’ie tsy nahagioke ahy.

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

Nitrabahe’ o mpitrabakeo ty sakamamovoko, nanoe’ iareo lava o vavahalioo.

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

Vantañe t’Iehovà; navitso’e ty namahora’ o lo-tserekeo ahy.

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

Hampolieñe an-kasalarañe ze malaiñe i Tsiône.

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

Ie hampanahafeñe ami’ty ahetse an-tafo traño eo, hiheatse aolo’ ty hibeiza’e,

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

toe tsy hahaeneñe ty fità’ i mpanatakey, ndra ty araña’ i mpifehe’ o fehe’eo.

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.”

Vaho tsy anoe’ o mpandrioñeo ty hoe: Ho ama’ areo ty fañanintsi’ Iehovà! Itatà’ay ami’ty tahina’ Iehovà!