Psalms 129

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

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

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

“Andizunza kwambiri kuyambira ubwana wanga, koma sanandipambane.

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

Anthu otipula analima pa msana panga ndipo anapangapo mizere yayitali:

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

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

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

Onse amene amadana ndi Ziyoni abwezedwe pambuyo mwamanyazi.

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

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

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

sungadzaze manja a owumweta kapena manja a omanga mitolo.

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

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