Psalms 129

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

١ تَرْنِيمَةُ الْمَصَاعِدِ مَا أَكْثَرَ مَا ضَايَقُونِي فِي حَدَاثَتِي يَقُولُ إِسْرَائِيلُ.

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

٢ مَا أَكْثَرَ مَا ضَايَقُونِي فِي حَدَاثَتِي، لَكِنَّهُمْ لَمْ يَتَغَلَّبُوا عَلَيَّ.

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

٣ جَرَحُوا ظَهْرِي جُرُوحاً عَمِيقَةً، فَصَارَ كَالأَتْلامِ (خُطُوطِ الْمِحْرَاثِ) الطَّوِيلَةِ فِي حَقْلٍ مَحْرُوثٍ.

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

٤ الرَّبُّ عَادِلٌ، كَسَرَ أَغْلالَ عُبُودِيَّةِ الأَشْرَارِ.

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

٥ فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيُدْبِرْ جَمِيعُ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ.

6 Let them be as the grass [upon] the house-tops, which withereth before it groweth up:

٦ لِيَكُونُوا كَالْعُشْبِ النَّابِتِ عَلَى السُّطُوحِ، الَّذِي يَجِفُّ قَبْلَ أَنْ يَنْمُوَ،

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

٧ فَلَا يَمْلأُ الْحَاصِدُ مِنْهُ يَدَهُ، وَلَا الْحَازِمُ حِضْنَهُ.

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.

٨ وَلَا يَقُولُ عَابِرُو السَّبِيلِ لَهُمْ: «لِتَكُنْ عَلَيْكُمْ بَرَكَةُ الرَّبِّ: نُبَارِكُكُمْ بِاسْمِ الرَّبِّ».