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:

Hac ilahisi Gençliğimden beri bana sık sık saldırdılar; Şimdi söylesin İsrail:

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

“Gençliğimden beri bana sık sık saldırdılar, Ama yenemediler beni.

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

Çiftçiler saban sürdüler sırtımda, Upuzun iz bıraktılar.”

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

Ama RAB adildir, Kesti kötülerin bağlarını.

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

Siyon'dan nefret eden herkes Utanç içinde geri çekilsin.

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

Damlardaki ota, Büyümeden kuruyan ota dönsünler.

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

Orakçı avucunu, Demetçi kucağını dolduramaz onunla.

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.”

Yoldan geçenler de, “RAB sizi kutsasın, RAB'bin adıyla sizi kutsarız” demezler.