Psalms 129

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

Hodočasnička pjesma. “Mnogo su me od mladosti tlačili” - neka rekne sad Izrael!

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

“Mnogo su me od mladosti tlačili, ali me ne svladaše.

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

Po leđima su mojim orači orali, duge brazde povlačili.

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

Al' Jahve pravedni isiječe užeta zlikovcima!”

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

Nek' se postide i uzmaknu svi koji mrze Sion!

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

Nek' budu k'o trava na krovu što povene prije nego je počupaju.

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

Žetelac njome ne napuni ruku ni naručje onaj koji veže snopove.

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

A prolaznici nek' ne reknu: “Blagoslov Jahvin nad vama! Blagoslivljamo vas imenom Jahvinim!”