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:

IJRAEL en inda: Re katoutou ia melel jan ni ai tikitik lel met pak toto.

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

Pan pak toto re katoutou ia melel jan ni ai tikitik lel met; ari jo, re jota kak kaloe ia di.

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

Men japajap weirada pon tinjau ai, wiadar warawar reirei.

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

A Ieowa me pun, a kotin lepuk pajaner jal en me doo jan Kot akan.

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

Karoj me kin tataki Jion, en jarodi o tanwei!

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

Ren rajon ra pon oj en im o, me kin mon pena mon a pan ujujda!

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

Me jota kin kadirela kumut en pa en jaundolun, de pa en me kin pir pena kap akan.

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.”

Pwe me kin daulul waja o, ren der inda: Kot en kotin kupura maui komail! Kit kapai komail da ni mar en Ieowa!