Psalms 129

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

Sang til Festrejserne.

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

De trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom — saa sige Israel — de trængte mig haardt 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 The LORD 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 paa Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Straa,

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

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

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."

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