Psalms 129

1 “A psalm of the steps, or the goings up.” Much have they afflicted me from my youth, May Israel now say;

De trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom af — saa sige Israel! —

2 Much have they afflicted me from my youth, Yet have they not prevailed against me.

de trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom af; dog kunde de ikke overvælde mig.

3 The ploughers ploughed up my back; They made long their furrows;

Plovmændene pløjede paa min Ryg, de droge deres Furer lange.

4 But the LORD was righteous; He cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Herren er retfærdig, han overhuggede de ugudeliges Reb.

5 Let all be driven back with shame Who hate Zion!

De skulle beskæmmes og vige tilbage, alle de, som hade Zion.

6 Let them be as grass upon the house-tops, Which withereth before one pulleth it up;

De skulle blive som Græs paa Tagene, som tørres, førend nogen oprykker det;

7 With which the reaper filleth not his hand, Nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom!

af hvilket Høstmanden ikke fylder sin Haand, ej heller den, som binder Neg, sin Arm.

8 And they who pass by do not say, “The blessing of the LORD be upon you! We bless you in the name of the LORD!”

Og de, som gaa forbi, sige ikke: Herrens Velsignelse være over eder! Vi velsigne eder i Herrens Navn.