Psalms 129

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

Mɔzɔha. Wotem ɖe anyi ale gbegbe tso nye ɖekakpuime ke. Israel negblɔ be,

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

“Wotem ɖe anyi ale gbegbe tso nye ɖekakpuime ke, gake womeɖu dzinye o.

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

Agbleŋlɔlawo ŋlɔ nye dzimegbe, eye woɖe boliƒowo wodidi,

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

gake Yehowa nye dzɔdzɔetɔ, etso kam tso ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe babla me.”

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

Na be ame siwo katã tsri Zion la, nagbugbɔ ɖe megbe kple ŋukpe.

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

Na be woanɔ abe gbe si wotsɔ gbã xɔe ene, gbe si yrɔna, hafi ayi miemie ge.

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

Ale gbetsola mate ŋu atsoe alɔ ɖe asime loo, alo ame si le elɔm la, nayi elɔ ge ɖe abɔdome o.

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.

Ame siwo to afi ma yi la megagblɔ be, “Yehowa ƒe yayra nenɔ dziwò; míeyra wò le Yehowa ƒe ŋkɔ me” o.