Psalms 129

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

Pogosto so me prizadeli od moje mladosti, naj sedaj reče Izrael,

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

pogosto so me prizadeli od moje mladosti, vendar niso prevladali zoper mene.

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

Orači so orali na mojem hrbtu; svoje brazde so naredili dolge.

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

Gospod je pravičen; razsekal je vrvi zlobnih.

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

Naj bodo zbegani in obrnjeni nazaj vsi, ki sovražijo Sion.

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

Naj bodo kakor trava na hišnih strehah, ki ovene preden zraste,

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

s čimer kosec ne napolni svoje roke niti kdor veže snope svojega naročja.

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

[Naj] niti tisti, ki gredo mimo, ne rečejo: »Nad vami naj bo Gospodov blagoslov. Blagoslavljamo vas v Gospodovem imenu.«