Psalms 129

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

Y Cantan Quinajulo. MEGAE na tiempo nae manapiniteyo desde y pinatgonjo: polo ya ualog Israel pago:

2 Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

Megae na tiempo nae manapiniteyo desde y pinatgonjo: lao trabia ti mangana ni y ninasiñañija contra guajo.

3 Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

Y manmanalado jaalado gui jilo y tatalojo: janafananaco y sutcoñija.

4 YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

Si Jeova tunaegüe: güiya umutut y cuetdas y manaelaye.

5 All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

Polo ya ufanmamajlao todo ayo y bumira sija tate, todo sija y chumatlie Sion.

6 They are as grass of the roofs, That withers before it was drawn out,

Polo ya ufantaegüije y chaguan gui jilo guma, ni y anglo antes di udoco:

7 That has not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

Ya chaña y manuutut chaguan munabubula y canaeña, ni y pechonña y manmanonojo.

8 And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”

Ni ujaalog ayo sija y manmalolofan, Y bendision Jeova usaga gui jilomo; jame bumendise jao pot y naan Jeova.