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:

“Mula pa ng aking kabataan madalas akong lusubin nila,” hayaang sabihin ng Israel.

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

“Mula pa ng aking kabataan, nilusob nila ako, pero hindi nila ako natalo.

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

Inararo ng mga mang-aararo ang aking likuran; gumawa (sila) ng mahabang ukit na daan.

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

Si Yahweh ay matuwid, pinutol niya ang mga lubid ng masama.”

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

Nawa malagay silang lahat sa kahihiyan at tumalikod silang mga napopoot sa Sion.

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

Nawa maging tulad (sila) ng mga damo na nasa bubungan na nalalanta bago pa ito lumago,

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

na hindi na maaaring punuin ang kamay ng manggagapas o ang dibdib nilang nagtatali ng mga bungkos.

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.”

Nawa huwag sabihin ng mga dumadaan, “Nawa ang pagpapala ni Yahweh ay sumainyo; pinagpapala namin kayo sa pangalan ni Yahweh.”