Psalms 129

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

(Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel

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

de trængte mig hårdt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

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

Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

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

retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

5 Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

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

blive som Græs på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,

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

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

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

Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"