Psalms 129

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

Cántico gradual. Mucho me han combatido desde mi mocedad, exclame ahora Israel;

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

mucho me combatieron desde mi mocedad, mas no concluyeron conmigo.

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

Sobre mis espaldas araron los aradores; abrieron largos surcos;

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

mas Yahvé, el Justo, ha cortado las coyundas de los impíos.

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

Retrocedan confundidos cuantos odian a Sión.

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

Sean como la hierba de los tejados, que se seca antes de crecer.

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

No llena de ella su mano el segador, ni su regazo el que hace gavillas.

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

No dicen los transeúntes: “La bendición de Yahvé sea sobre vosotros.” “Os bendecimos en el Nombre de Yahvé.”