Psalmowo 129

1 Mɔzɔha. Wotem ɖe anyi ale gbegbe tso nye ɖekakpuime ke. Israel negblɔ be,

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:

2 “Wotem ɖe anyi ale gbegbe tso nye ɖekakpuime ke, gake womeɖu dzinye o.

Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.

3 Agbleŋlɔlawo ŋlɔ nye dzimegbe, eye woɖe boliƒowo wodidi,

They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.

4 gake Yehowa nye dzɔdzɔetɔ, etso kam tso ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe babla me.”

But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.

5 Na be ame siwo katã tsri Zion la, nagbugbɔ ɖe megbe kple ŋukpe.

May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.

6 Na be woanɔ abe gbe si wotsɔ gbã xɔe ene, gbe si yrɔna, hafi ayi miemie ge.

May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,

7 Ale gbetsola mate ŋu atsoe alɔ ɖe asime loo, alo ame si le elɔm la, nayi elɔ ge ɖe abɔdome o.

There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.

8 Ame siwo to afi ma yi la megagblɔ be, “Yehowa ƒe yayra nenɔ dziwò; míeyra wò le Yehowa ƒe ŋkɔ me” o.

May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”