Psalms 129

1 A Song of Ascents. Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say:

De trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom af — saa sige Israel! —

2 many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.

de trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom af; dog kunde de ikke overvælde mig.

3 The ploughers ploughed on my back. They made their furrows long.

Plovmændene pløjede paa min Ryg, de droge deres Furer lange.

4 The LORD is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.

Herren er retfærdig, han overhuggede de ugudeliges Reb.

5 Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.

De skulle beskæmmes og vige tilbage, alle de, som hade Zion.

6 Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,

De skulle blive som Græs paa Tagene, som tørres, førend nogen oprykker det;

7 with which the reaper doesn’t fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

af hvilket Høstmanden ikke fylder sin Haand, ej heller den, som binder Neg, sin Arm.

8 Neither do those who go by say, “The blessing of the LORD be on you. We bless you in the LORD’s name.”

Og de, som gaa forbi, sige ikke: Herrens Velsignelse være over eder! Vi velsigne eder i Herrens Navn.