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:

Pogosto so me prizadeli od moje mladosti, naj sedaj reče Izrael,

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

pogosto so me prizadeli od moje mladosti, vendar niso prevladali zoper mene.

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

Orači so orali na mojem hrbtu; svoje brazde so naredili dolge.

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

Gospod je pravičen; razsekal je vrvi zlobnih.

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

Naj bodo zbegani in obrnjeni nazaj vsi, ki sovražijo Sion.

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

Naj bodo kakor trava na hišnih strehah, ki ovene preden zraste,

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

s čimer kosec ne napolni svoje roke niti kdor veže snope svojega naročja.

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.”

[Naj] niti tisti, ki gredo mimo, ne rečejo: »Nad vami naj bo Gospodov blagoslov. Blagoslavljamo vas v Gospodovem imenu.«