Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

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

2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.

“Vakandidzvinyirira zvikuru kubva pauduku hwangu, asi havana kundikunda.

3 The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

Varimi vakarima musana wangu vakaita miforo yavo mirefu.”

4 The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Asi Jehovha akarurama, akandisunungura pamabote avakaipa.

5 Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

Vose vanovenga Zioni ngavadzorerwe shure nenyadzi.

6 Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth before it groweth up:

Ngavaite souswa pamusoro pedenga remba, hunooma husati hwakura;

7 With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

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

8 Neither do they who go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.

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