Psalms 129

1 A Song of Degrees. Many a time have they warred against me from my youth, let Israel now say:

Sang til Festrejserne.

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

De trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom — saa sige Israel — de trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

3 The sinners wrought upon my back: they prolonged their iniquity.

Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

4 The righteous Lord has cut asunder the necks of sinners.

retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

5 Let all that hate Sion be put to shame and turned back.

Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

6 Let them be as the grass of the housetops, which withers before it is plucked up.

blive som Græs paa Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Straa,

7 Wherewith the reaper fills not his hand, nor he that makes up the sheaves, his bosom.

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

8 Neither do they that go by say, The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.

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