Psalms 129

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

Canticum graduum. Saepe expugnaverunt me a iuventute mea, dicat nunc Israel.

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

Saepe expugnaverunt me a iuventute mea: etenim non potuerunt mihi.

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

Supra dorsum meum fabricaverunt peccatores: prolongaverunt iniquitatem suam.

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

Dominus iustus concidet cervices peccatorum:

5 Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

confundantur et convertantur retrorsum omnes, qui oderunt Sion.

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

Fiant sicut foenum tectorum: quod priusquam evellatur, exaruit:

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

De quo non implebit manum suam qui metit, et sinum suum qui manipulos colligit.

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

Et non dixerunt qui praeteribant: Benedictio Domini super vos: benediximus vobis in nomine Domini.