Psalms 129

1 A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

Hodočasnička pjesma. “Mnogo su me od mladosti tlačili” - neka rekne sad Izrael!

2 Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

“Mnogo su me od mladosti tlačili, ali me ne svladaše.

3 Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.

Po leđima su mojim orači orali, duge brazde povlačili.

4 Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.

Al' Jahve pravedni isiječe užeta zlikovcima!”

5 Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

Nek' se postide i uzmaknu svi koji mrze Sion!

6 They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,

Nek' budu k'o trava na krovu što povene prije nego je počupaju.

7 That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

Žetelac njome ne napuni ruku ni naručje onaj koji veže snopove.

8 And the passers by have not said, 'The blessing of Jehovah [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'

A prolaznici nek' ne reknu: “Blagoslov Jahvin nad vama! Blagoslivljamo vas imenom Jahvinim!”