Psalms 129

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

Rwiyo rworwendo. Vakandidzvinyirira zvikuru kubva pauduku hwangu, Israeri ngaati,

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

“Vakandidzvinyirira zvikuru kubva pauduku hwangu, asi havana kundikunda.

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

Varimi vakarima musana wangu vakaita miforo yavo mirefu.”

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

Asi Jehovha akarurama, akandisunungura pamabote avakaipa.

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

Vose vanovenga Zioni ngavadzorerwe shure nenyadzi.

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

Ngavaite souswa pamusoro pedenga remba, hunooma husati hwakura;

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

mukohwi haangazadzi maoko ake nahwo, uye anounganidza haangazadzi maoko ake.

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

Vanopfuura nepo ngavarege kuti, “Maropafadzo aJehovha ngaave pamusoro pako; tinokuropafadza muzita raJehovha.”