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:

Wimbo wa kwenda juu. Wamenionea mno tangu ujana wangu; Israeli na aseme sasa:

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

wamenionea mno tangu ujana wangu, lakini bado hawajanishinda.

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

Wakulima wamelima mgongo wangu, na kufanya mifereji yao mirefu.

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

Lakini Bwana ni mwenye haki; amenifungua toka kamba za waovu.

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

Wale wote waichukiao Sayuni na warudishwe nyuma kwa aibu.

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

Wawe kama majani juu ya paa, ambayo hunyauka kabla hayajakua;

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

kwa hayo mvunaji hawezi kujaza vitanga vyake, wala akusanyaye kujaza mikono yake.

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.”

Wale wapitao karibu na wasiseme, “Baraka ya Bwana iwe juu yako; tunakubariki katika jina la Bwana.”