Psalms 129

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

Pesem preizvrstna. Mnogo so me stiskali od mladosti moje, govori naj sedaj Izrael.

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

Mnogo so me stiskali od mladosti moje; vendar me niso zmogli.

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

Po hrbtu so mi orali orači, potegnili so vsako črto svojo.

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

Gospod pravični presekal je debele vrvi krivičnih.

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

Osramotili se bodo in nazaj pognali vsi sovražniki Sijonovi.

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

Bodo kakor seno na strehah, katero usahne, predno se izdere,

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

S katerim ne napolni roke svoje žanjec, ali naročja svojega, kdor veže snope.

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

In ne porekó mimo gredoči: Blagoslov Gospodov bodi z vami; blagoslavljamo vas v imenu Gospodovem.