< Psalms 129 >
1 A song of ascents. “Sore have they vexed me from youth” thus let Israel say
(Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel
2 “Sore have they vexed me from youth, but they have not prevailed against me.
de trængte mig hårdt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.
3 “The ploughers ploughed on my back, they made their furrows long.
Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;
4 But the Lord, who is righteous, has cut the cords of the wicked.”
retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.
5 Let all who are haters of Zion be put to shame and defeated.
Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,
6 May they be as the grass on the house-top, which withers before it shoots up;
blive som Græs på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,
7 which fills not the arms of the reaper, nor the lap of the binder of sheaves
og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;
8 whereof no one says as they pass, “The blessing of God be upon you.” In the name of the Lord we bless you.
Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"