Psalms 129

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

IJRAEL en inda: Re katoutou ia melel jan ni ai tikitik lel met pak toto.

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

Pan pak toto re katoutou ia melel jan ni ai tikitik lel met; ari jo, re jota kak kaloe ia di.

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

Men japajap weirada pon tinjau ai, wiadar warawar reirei.

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

A Ieowa me pun, a kotin lepuk pajaner jal en me doo jan Kot akan.

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

Karoj me kin tataki Jion, en jarodi o tanwei!

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

Ren rajon ra pon oj en im o, me kin mon pena mon a pan ujujda!

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

Me jota kin kadirela kumut en pa en jaundolun, de pa en me kin pir pena kap akan.

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.

Pwe me kin daulul waja o, ren der inda: Kot en kotin kupura maui komail! Kit kapai komail da ni mar en Ieowa!