Psalms 129

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

Sang til Festrejserne.

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

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

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

Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

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

retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

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

Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

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

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

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

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

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.

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