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:

Kanengi bangihluphile kusukela ebutsheni bami, katsho-ke uIsrayeli,

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

kanengi bangihluphile kusukela ebutsheni bami, kanti kabangehlulanga.

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

Abalimi balima emhlana wami, bayenza yaba mide imifolo yabo.

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

INkosi ilungile, iqumile intambo zababi.

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

Kabayangeke babuyiselwe emuva bonke abazonda iZiyoni.

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

Kababe njengotshani ephahleni, obubuna bungakakhuli,

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

ovunayo angagcwalisi ngabo isandla sakhe, lalowo obopha izithungo isifuba sakhe.

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.”

Labadlulayo bangatsho ukuthi: Isibusiso seNkosi kasibe phezu kwenu; siyalibusisa ebizweni leNkosi.