Psalms 129

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

Wimbo wa kwenda juu. Wamenionea mno tangu ujana wangu; Israeli na aseme sasa:

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

wamenionea mno tangu ujana wangu, lakini bado hawajanishinda.

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

Wakulima wamelima mgongo wangu, na kufanya mifereji yao mirefu.

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

Lakini Bwana ni mwenye haki; amenifungua toka kamba za waovu.

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

Wale wote waichukiao Sayuni na warudishwe nyuma kwa aibu.

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

Wawe kama majani juu ya paa, ambayo hunyauka kabla hayajakua;

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

kwa hayo mvunaji hawezi kujaza vitanga vyake, wala akusanyaye kujaza mikono yake.

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

Wale wapitao karibu na wasiseme, “Baraka ya Bwana iwe juu yako; tunakubariki katika jina la Bwana.”