Psalms 129

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

Mnogo mi dosaðivaše od mladosti moje, neka reèe Izrailj,

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

Mnogo mi dosaðivaše od mladosti moje, ali me ne svladaše.

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

Na leðima mojim oraše oraèi, i vodiše duge brazde svoje.

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

Gospod je pravedan; isijeèe konopce bezbožnièke.

5 Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

Postidjeæe se, odbiæe se svi koji nenavide Sion.

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

Biæe kao trava na krovovima, koja se sasušuje prije nego se poèupa,

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

Od koje neæe žetelac napuniti ruke svoje, niti naruèja svojega vezilac;

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

I koji prolaze neæe reæi: “Blagoslov Gospodnji na vama! blagosiljamo vas imenom Gospodnjim.”