Psalms 129

1 A song of degrees. They haue often times afflicted me from my youth (may Israel nowe say)

Hodočasnička pjesma. “Mnogo su me od mladosti tlačili” - neka rekne sad Izrael!

2 They haue often times afflicted me from my youth: but they could not preuaile against me.

“Mnogo su me od mladosti tlačili, ali me ne svladaše.

3 The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.

Po leđima su mojim orači orali, duge brazde povlačili.

4 But the righteous Lord hath cut the cordes of the wicked.

Al' Jahve pravedni isiječe užeta zlikovcima!”

5 They that hate Zion, shalbe all ashamed and turned backward.

Nek' se postide i uzmaknu svi koji mrze Sion!

6 They shalbe as the grasse on the house tops, which withereth afore it commeth forth.

Nek' budu k'o trava na krovu što povene prije nego je počupaju.

7 Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither the glainer his lap:

Žetelac njome ne napuni ruku ni naručje onaj koji veže snopove.

8 Neither they, which go by, say, The blessing of the Lord be vpon you, or, We blesse you in the Name of the Lord.

A prolaznici nek' ne reknu: “Blagoslov Jahvin nad vama! Blagoslivljamo vas imenom Jahvinim!”