< Psalms 129 >

1 A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:
Nyimbo yoyimba pokwera ku Yerusalemu. “Andizunza kwambiri kuyambira ubwana wanga,” anene tsono Israeli;
2 Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.
“Andizunza kwambiri kuyambira ubwana wanga, koma sanandipambane.
3 Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.
Anthu otipula analima pa msana panga ndipo anapangapo mizere yayitali:
4 Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.
Koma Yehova ndi wolungama; Iye wandimasula ku zingwe za anthu oyipa.”
5 Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.
Onse amene amadana ndi Ziyoni abwezedwe pambuyo mwamanyazi.
6 They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,
Akhale ngati udzu womera pa denga la nyumba, umene umafota usanakule;
7 That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.
sungadzaze manja a owumweta kapena manja a omanga mitolo.
8 And the passers by have not said, 'The blessing of Jehovah [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'
Odutsa pafupi asanene kuti, “Dalitso la Yehova lili pa inu; tikukudalitsani mʼdzina la Yehova.”

< Psalms 129 >