Psalms 129

1 A Song of Ascents. 'Much have they afflicted me from my youth up', let Israel now say;

De trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom af — saa sige Israel! —

2 'Much have they afflicted me from my youth up; but they have not prevailed against me.

de trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom af; dog kunde de ikke overvælde mig.

3 The plowers plowed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

Plovmændene pløjede paa min Ryg, de droge deres Furer lange.

4 The LORD is righteous; He hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.'

Herren er retfærdig, han overhuggede de ugudeliges Reb.

5 Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all they that hate Zion.

De skulle beskæmmes og vige tilbage, alle de, som hade Zion.

6 Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it springeth up;

De skulle blive som Græs paa Tagene, som tørres, førend nogen oprykker det;

7 Wherewith the reaper filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

af hvilket Høstmanden ikke fylder sin Haand, ej heller den, som binder Neg, sin Arm.

8 Neither do they that go by say: 'The blessing of the LORD be upon you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.'

Og de, som gaa forbi, sige ikke: Herrens Velsignelse være over eder! Vi velsigne eder i Herrens Navn.