Psalms 129

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

Tan iyo yaraantaydii marar badan bay i dhibeen, Reer binu Israa'iil hadda ha yidhaahdeen,

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

Tan iyo yaraantaydii marar badan bay i dhibeen, Laakiinse igama ay adkaan.

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

Kuwa beerta jeexa ayaa dhabarkayga jeexay, Oo jeexjeexoodiina way dheereeyeen.

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

Rabbigu waa xaq, Oo isagu wuxuu kala gooyay xadhkihii kuwa sharka leh.

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

Inta Siyoon neceb oo dhammu, Ha ceeboobeen oo dib ha u noqdeen.

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

Ha noqdeen sida cawska guryaha korkooda ka baxa Oo engega intaanu korin,

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

Oo aan beergooyuhu gacantiisa ka buuxin, Kan xidhmooyinka xidhaana aanu laabtiisa ka buuxin.

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

Oo kuwa ag maraana ma yidhaahdaan, Barakadii Rabbigu korkiinna ha ahaato. Waxaan idiinku ducaynaynaa magaca Rabbiga.