< Psalms 129 >

1 A Song of Ascents. Many a time, have they harassed me from my youth, well may Israel say:
(Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel
2 Many a time, have they harassed me from youth, yet have they not prevailed against me.
de trængte mig hårdt 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 på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,
7 Wherewith no reaper, hath filled his hand, nor binder, his bosom:
og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd 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.
Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"

< Psalms 129 >