Psalms 129

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

Svētku dziesma. Tie mani daudzkārt apbēdinājuši no manas jaunības, tā lai Israēls saka;

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

Tie mani daudzkārt apbēdinājuši no manas jaunības, bet tie mani nav pārvarējuši.

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

Arāji ir aruši uz manas muguras, tie savas vagas garas dzinuši.

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

Tas Kungs ir taisns, Viņš sacirtis bezdievīgo valgus.

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

Lai top kaunā un atpakaļ dzīti visi kas Ciānu ienīst.

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

Lai tie top kā zāle uz jumtiem, kas nokalst, pirms tā top plūkta,

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

Ar ko pļāvējs nepilda savu roku, nedz kopiņu sējējs savu klēpi.

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

Un tie, kas garām iet, lai nesaka: Tā Kunga svētība lai nāk pār jums, mēs jūs svētījam Tā Kunga Vārdā.