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:

En sang ved festreisene. Meget har de trengt mig fra min ungdom av - så sie Israel -

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

meget har de trengt mig fra min ungdom av; men de har ikke fått overhånd over mig.

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

Min rygg har plogmenn pløid, de har gjort sine furer lange.

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

Herren er rettferdig, han har avhugget de ugudeliges rep.

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

De skal bli til skamme og vike tilbake alle de som hater Sion,

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

de skal bli som gress på takene, som er visnet før det blir rykket op:

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

Høstmannen fyller ikke sin hånd, ei heller den som binder kornbånd, sitt fang.

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.”

Og de som går forbi, sier ikke: Herrens velsignelse være over eder, vi velsigner eder i Herrens navn!