Psalms 129

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

Wer ma ji wero kadhi e hekalu. “Jogi osesanda malit nyaka aa e tin-na,” Israel mondo owach niya;

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

“gisesanda malit nyaka aa e tin-na, to kata kamano pok gibedo gi loch kuoma.

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

Jopur osepuro diengʼeya kendo gisegore opara ma roboche,

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

to kata kamano Jehova Nyasaye en ngʼama kare; osegola e badho mar joma timbegi richo.”

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

Ji duto mochayo Sayun lo mi dog chien gi wichkuot.

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

Mad gichal gi lum moti ewi tado maner kata kapok odongo maber.

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

Ok onyal nyago gimoro mapongʼo lwet jakeyo, kata ma jachoko nyalo tingʼo e bade.

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.

Mad joma kalo bute kik wachnegi niya, “Jehova Nyasaye mondo ogwedhi, kata ni, wagwedhi e nying Jehova Nyasaye.”