Psalms 129

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

Mnogo mi dosaðivaše od mladosti moje, neka reèe Izrailj,

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

Mnogo mi dosaðivaše od mladosti moje, ali me ne svladaše.

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

Na leðima mojim oraše oraèi, i vodiše duge brazde svoje.

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

Gospod je pravedan; isijeèe konopce bezbožnièke.

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

Postidjeæe se, odbiæe se svi koji nenavide Sion.

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

Biæe kao trava na krovovima, koja se sasušuje prije nego se poèupa,

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

Od koje neæe žetelac napuniti ruke svoje, niti naruèja svojega vezilac;

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

I koji prolaze neæe reæi: “Blagoslov Gospodnji na vama! blagosiljamo vas imenom Gospodnjim.”