Psalms 129

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Herren er retfærdig, han overhuggede de ugudeliges Reb.

5 Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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