Psalms 129

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

Mnogo mi dosaðivaše od mladosti moje, neka reèe Izrailj,

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

Mnogo mi dosaðivaše od mladosti moje, ali me ne svladaše.

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

Na leðima mojim oraše oraèi, i vodiše duge brazde svoje.

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

Gospod je pravedan; isijeèe konopce bezbožnièke.

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

Postidjeæe se, odbiæe se svi koji nenavide Sion.

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

Biæe kao trava na krovovima, koja se sasušuje prije nego se poèupa,

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

Od koje neæe žetelac napuniti ruke svoje, niti naruèja svojega vezilac;

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.

I koji prolaze neæe reæi: “Blagoslov Gospodnji na vama! blagosiljamo vas imenom Gospodnjim.”