Psalms 129

1 “A song of the degrees.” Many a time have they assailed me from my youth, so should Israel say;

Nyimbo yoyimba pokwera ku Yerusalemu. “Andizunza kwambiri kuyambira ubwana wanga,” anene tsono Israeli;

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

“Andizunza kwambiri kuyambira ubwana wanga, koma sanandipambane.

3 Upon my back have ploughmen ploughed; they have drawn long their furrows:

Anthu otipula analima pa msana panga ndipo anapangapo mizere yayitali:

4 [Yet] the Lord is righteous; he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Koma Yehova ndi wolungama; Iye wandimasula ku zingwe za anthu oyipa.”

5 May all be put to shame and turned backward that hate Zion;

Onse amene amadana ndi Ziyoni abwezedwe pambuyo mwamanyazi.

6 May they become like the grass of the roofs, which withereth before it is pulled up;

Akhale ngati udzu womera pa denga la nyumba, umene umafota usanakule;

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

sungadzaze manja a owumweta kapena manja a omanga mitolo.

8 Nor do they who pass by say, The blessing of the Lord be with you: we bless you in the name of the Lord.

Odutsa pafupi asanene kuti, “Dalitso la Yehova lili pa inu; tikukudalitsani mʼdzina la Yehova.”