Psalms 129

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

Cantique des degrés. Ils m’ont souvent opprimé dès ma jeunesse, – qu’Israël le dise, –

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

Ils m’ont souvent opprimé dès ma jeunesse; cependant ils n’ont pas prévalu sur moi.

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

Des laboureurs ont labouré mon dos, ils y ont tracé leurs longs sillons.

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

L’Éternel est juste; il a coupé les cordes des méchants.

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

Qu’ils soient couverts de honte, et se retirent en arrière, tous ceux qui haïssent Sion.

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

Qu’ils soient comme l’herbe des toits, qui sèche avant qu’on l’arrache,

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

Dont le moissonneur ne remplit pas sa main, ni le lieur de gerbes son sein; …

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

Et les passants ne disent pas: La bénédiction de l’Éternel soit sur vous! nous vous bénissons au nom de l’Éternel.