Psalms 129

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

Rwiyo rworwendo. Vakandidzvinyirira zvikuru kubva pauduku hwangu, Israeri ngaati,

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

“Vakandidzvinyirira zvikuru kubva pauduku hwangu, asi havana kundikunda.

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

Varimi vakarima musana wangu vakaita miforo yavo mirefu.”

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

Asi Jehovha akarurama, akandisunungura pamabote avakaipa.

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

Vose vanovenga Zioni ngavadzorerwe shure nenyadzi.

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

Ngavaite souswa pamusoro pedenga remba, hunooma husati hwakura;

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

mukohwi haangazadzi maoko ake nahwo, uye anounganidza haangazadzi maoko ake.

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

Vanopfuura nepo ngavarege kuti, “Maropafadzo aJehovha ngaave pamusoro pako; tinokuropafadza muzita raJehovha.”