Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

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

2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.

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

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

Po leđima su mojim orači orali, duge brazde povlačili.

4 The LORD [is] righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Al' Jahve pravedni isiječe užeta zlikovcima!”

5 Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

Nek' se postide i uzmaknu svi koji mrze Sion!

6 Let them be as the grass [upon] the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:

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

7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

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

8 Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.

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