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:

Дестул м-ау асуприт дин тинереце – с-о спунэ Исраел! –

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

дестул м-ау асуприт дин тинереце, дар ну м-ау бируит.

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

Плугарий ау арат пе спинаря мя, ау трас бразде лунӂь пе еа.

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

Домнул есте дрепт: Ел а тэят фунииле челор рэй.

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

Сэ се умпле де рушине ши сэ дя ынапой тоць чей че урэск Сионул!

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

Сэ фие ка ярба де пе акоперишурь, каре се усукэ ынаинте де а фи смулсэ!

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

Сечерэторул ну-шь умпле мына ку еа, чел че лягэ снопий ну-шь ынкаркэ брацул ку еа

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.”

ши трекэторий ну зик: „Бинекувынтаря Домнулуй сэ фие песте вой! Вэ бинекувынтэм ын Нумеле Домнулуй!”