Psalms 129

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

Rwiyo rworwendo. Vakandidzvinyirira zvikuru kubva pauduku hwangu, Israeri ngaati,

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

“Vakandidzvinyirira zvikuru kubva pauduku hwangu, asi havana kundikunda.

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

Varimi vakarima musana wangu vakaita miforo yavo mirefu.”

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

Asi Jehovha akarurama, akandisunungura pamabote avakaipa.

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

Vose vanovenga Zioni ngavadzorerwe shure nenyadzi.

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

Ngavaite souswa pamusoro pedenga remba, hunooma husati hwakura;

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

mukohwi haangazadzi maoko ake nahwo, uye anounganidza haangazadzi maoko ake.

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.

Vanopfuura nepo ngavarege kuti, “Maropafadzo aJehovha ngaave pamusoro pako; tinokuropafadza muzita raJehovha.”