Psalms 129

1 [A Song of Ascents.] Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say,

(Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel

2 many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.

de trængte mig hårdt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

3 The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.

Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

4 Jehovah is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.

retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

5 Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.

Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

6 Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up;

blive som Græs på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,

7 with which the reaper doesn't fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

8 Neither do those who go by say, "The blessing of Jehovah be on you. We bless you in the name of Jehovah."

Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"