Psalms 129

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

Sabo-Pionjonañe Beteke nisilofen-draho boak’ami’ty nahajalahy ahiko— ano ty hoe r’Israele—

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

Beteke niforeforèñe sikal’amy te izaho niajalahy, f’ie tsy nahagioke ahy.

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

Nitrabahe’ o mpitrabakeo ty sakamamovoko, nanoe’ iareo lava o vavahalioo.

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

Vantañe t’Iehovà; navitso’e ty namahora’ o lo-tserekeo ahy.

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

Hampolieñe an-kasalarañe ze malaiñe i Tsiône.

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

Ie hampanahafeñe ami’ty ahetse an-tafo traño eo, hiheatse aolo’ ty hibeiza’e,

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

toe tsy hahaeneñe ty fità’ i mpanatakey, ndra ty araña’ i mpifehe’ o fehe’eo.

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

Vaho tsy anoe’ o mpandrioñeo ty hoe: Ho ama’ areo ty fañanintsi’ Iehovà! Itatà’ay ami’ty tahina’ Iehovà!