Psalms 129

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

(Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel

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

de trængte mig hårdt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

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

Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

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

retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

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

Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

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

blive som Græs på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,

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

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

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.

Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"