Psalms 129

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

Yon chan pou monte vè tanp lan. “Anpil fwa, yo te pèsekite mwen soti nan jenès mwen. Kite Israël di koulye a:

2 Many a time, have they harassed me from youth, yet have they not prevailed against me.

“Anpil fwa, yo te pèsekite mwen soti nan jenès mwen, men yo pa janm reyisi kont mwen.

3 Upon my back, have ploughmen ploughed, They have lengthened their furrow!

Labourè yo te laboure chan yo sou do m. Yo fè tranch tè yo vin pi long.”

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

SENYÈ a dwat. Kòd a mechan yo, Li te koupe yo fè bout.

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

Ke tout (sila) ki rayi Sion yo vin wont! Ke yo retounen fè bak menm.

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

Kite yo vin tankou zèb sou kay la; zèb ki fennen avan li grandi,

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

jis moun rekòlt la p ap kapab plen men l, oubyen (sila) ki mare pote pake a, pa p ka plen lestomak li.

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

Ni (sila) ki pase yo, p ap di: “Ke benediksyon SENYÈ a rete avèk ou. Nou beni ou nan non SENYÈ a.”