Psaumes 129

1 Cantique des degrés. "Violemment on m’a persécuté dès ma jeunesse peut bien dire Israël

A Song of the going up. Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young (let Israel now say);

2 violemment on m’a persécuté dès ma jeunesse, mais on n’a pu triompher de moi.

Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young, but my troubles have not overcome me.

3 Des laboureurs ont labouré mon dos, y ont tracé de longs sillons."

The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.

4 L’Eternel est juste, il brise les entraves des méchants.

The Lord is true: the cords of the evil-doers are broken in two.

5 Qu’ils rougissent et reculent, tous ceux qui haïssent Sion!

Let all the haters of Zion be shamed and turned back.

6 Qu’ils soient comme l’herbe des toits, qui se dessèche avant qu’on l’enlève,

Let them be like the grass on the house-tops, which is dry before it comes to full growth.

7 dont le moissonneur n’emplit pas sa main, ni le faiseur de gerbes son giron!

He who gets in the grain has no use for it; and they do not make bands of it for the grain-stems.

8 De sorte que les passants ne disent point: "La bénédiction de Dieu soit sur vous! Nous vous bénissons au nom de l’Eternel."

And those who go by do not say, The blessing of the Lord be on you; we give you blessing in the name of the Lord.