Psalms 129

1 A Song of Ascents. Many a time, have they harassed me from my youth, well may Israel say:

Sang til Festrejserne.

2 Many a time, have they harassed me from youth, yet have they 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 Upon my back, have ploughmen ploughed, They have lengthened their furrow!

Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

4 Yahweh, is righteous, He hath cut asunder the cords of the lawless.

retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

5 Let all who hate Zion, be ashamed and shrink back:

Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

6 Let them become like the grass of housetops, which, before it is pulled up, hath withered;

blive som Græs paa Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Straa,

7 Wherewith no reaper, hath filled his hand, nor binder, his bosom:

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

8 Neither have the passers-by ever said, The blessing of Yahweh, be unto you, —We have blessed you in the Name of Yahweh.

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