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:

Orin fún ìgòkè. “Ìgbà púpọ̀ ni wọ́n ti pọ́n mi lójú láti ìgbà èwe mi wá,” jẹ́ kí Israẹli kí ó wí nísinsin yìí;

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

“Ìgbà púpọ̀ ni wọ́n ti pọ́n mi lójú láti ìgbà èwe mi wá; síbẹ̀ wọn kò tí ì borí mi.

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

Àwọn awalẹ̀ walẹ̀ sí ẹ̀yìn mi: wọ́n sì la aporo wọn gígùn.

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

Olódodo ni Olúwa: ó ti ké okùn àwọn ènìyàn búburú kúrò.”

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

Kí gbogbo àwọn tí ó kórìíra Sioni kí ó dààmú, kí wọn kí ó sì yí ẹ̀yìn padà.

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

Kí wọn kí ó dàbí koríko orí ilẹ̀ tí ó gbẹ dànù kí ó tó dàgbàsókè,

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

èyí tí olóko pípa kó kún ọwọ́ rẹ̀: bẹ́ẹ̀ ni ẹni tí ń di ìtí, kó kún apá rẹ̀.

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.”

Bẹ́ẹ̀ ni àwọn tí ń kọjá lọ kò wí pé, ìbùkún Olúwa kí ó pẹ̀lú yín: àwa ń súre fún yin ní orúkọ Olúwa.