Psalms 129

1 A song of ascents. “Often since my youth they have attacked me,” let Israel say.

Canticum graduum. Sæpe expugnaverunt me a juventute mea, dicat nunc Israël;

2 “Often since my youth they have attacked me, yet they have not defeated me.

sæpe expugnaverunt me a juventute mea: etenim non potuerunt mihi.

3 The plowers plowed on my back; they made their furrows long.

Supra dorsum meum fabricaverunt peccatores; prolongaverunt iniquitatem suam.

4 Yahweh is righteous; he has cut the ropes of the wicked.”

Dominus justus concidit cervices peccatorum.

5 May they all be put to shame and turned back, those who hate Zion.

Confundantur, et convertantur retrorsum omnes qui oderunt Sion.

6 May they be like the grass on the housetops that withers before it grows up,

Fiant sicut fœnum tectorum, quod priusquam evellatur exaruit:

7 that cannot fill the reaper's hand or the chest of the one who binds bundles of grain together.

de quo non implevit manum suam qui metit, et sinum suum qui manipulos colligit.

8 May those who pass by not say, “May the blessing of Yahweh be on you; we bless you in the name of Yahweh.”

Et non dixerunt qui præteribant: Benedictio Domini super vos. Benediximus vobis in nomine Domini.