Psalms 129

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

(Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel

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

de trængte mig hårdt 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 på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,

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

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd 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!”

Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"