Psalms 129

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

Fihirana fiakarana.

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

Mafy no nampahoriany ahy hatry ny fony aho mbola tanora; Nefa tsy naharesy ahy izy.

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

Ny mpiasa dia niasa ny lamosiko; Efa nanalava ny vavasany izy.

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

Marina Jehovah: Efa nanapaka ny famatorana nataon’ ny ratsy fanahy Izy.

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

Aoka ho menatra sy hiamboho Izay rehetra mandrafy an’ i Ziona

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

Ka ho tahaka ny ahitra eo an-tampon-trano. Izay malazo, na dia tsy misy manongotra azy aza;

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

Tsy misy mpijinja mameno tanana Na mpamehy amboara mameno tratra amin’ izany;

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

Ka dia tsy hisy mpandalo hanao hoe: Hotahin’ i Jehovah anie ianareo; Eny, ny anaran’ i Jehovah no itsofanay rano anareo.