Psalms 129

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

Canticum graduum. Sæpe expugnaverunt me a iuventute mea, dicat nunc Israel.

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

Sæpe expugnaverunt me a iuventute mea: etenim non potuerunt mihi.

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

Supra dorsum meum fabricaverunt peccatores: prolongaverunt iniquitatem suam.

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

Dominus iustus concidit cervices peccatorum:

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

confundantur et convertantur retrorsum omnes, qui oderunt Sion.

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

Fiant sicut fœnum tectorum: quod priusquam evellatur, exaruit:

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

De quo non implevit manum suam qui metit, et sinum suum qui manipulos colligit.

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

Et non dixerunt qui præteribant: Benedictio Domini super vos: benediximus vobis in nomine Domini.