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:

Rwiyo rworwendo. Vakandidzvinyirira zvikuru kubva pauduku hwangu, Israeri ngaati,

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

“Vakandidzvinyirira zvikuru kubva pauduku hwangu, asi havana kundikunda.

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

Varimi vakarima musana wangu vakaita miforo yavo mirefu.”

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

Asi Jehovha akarurama, akandisunungura pamabote avakaipa.

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

Vose vanovenga Zioni ngavadzorerwe shure nenyadzi.

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

Ngavaite souswa pamusoro pedenga remba, hunooma husati hwakura;

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

mukohwi haangazadzi maoko ake nahwo, uye anounganidza haangazadzi maoko ake.

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.”

Vanopfuura nepo ngavarege kuti, “Maropafadzo aJehovha ngaave pamusoro pako; tinokuropafadza muzita raJehovha.”