Psalms 129

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

Sang til Festrejserne.

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

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

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

Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

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

retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

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

Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

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

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

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

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

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

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