Psalms 129

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

Cántico gradual. Mucho me han combatido desde mi mocedad, exclame ahora Israel;

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

mucho me combatieron desde mi mocedad, mas no concluyeron conmigo.

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

Sobre mis espaldas araron los aradores; abrieron largos surcos;

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

mas Yahvé, el Justo, ha cortado las coyundas de los impíos.

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

Retrocedan confundidos cuantos odian a Sión.

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

Sean como la hierba de los tejados, que se seca antes de crecer.

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

No llena de ella su mano el segador, ni su regazo el que hace gavillas.

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

No dicen los transeúntes: “La bendición de Yahvé sea sobre vosotros.” “Os bendecimos en el Nombre de Yahvé.”