Psaumes 129

1 Cantique des degrés. Ils m’ont assez opprimé dès ma jeunesse, Qu’Israël le dise!

Often have they fought against me from my youth, let Israel now say.

2 Ils m’ont assez opprimé dès ma jeunesse, Mais ils ne m’ont pas vaincu.

Often have they fought against me from my youth: but they could not prevail over me.

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

The wicked have wrought upon my back: they have lengthened their iniquity.

4 L’Éternel est juste: Il a coupé les cordes des méchants.

The Lord who is just will cut the necks of sinners:

5 Qu’ils soient confondus et qu’ils reculent, Tous ceux qui haïssent Sion!

Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Sion.

6 Qu’ils soient comme l’herbe des toits, Qui sèche avant qu’on l’arrache!

Let them be as grass on the tops of houses: which withered before it be plucked up:

7 Le moissonneur n’en remplit point sa main, Celui qui lie les gerbes n’en charge point son bras,

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand: nor he that gathereth sheaves his bosom.

8 Et les passants ne disent point: Que la bénédiction de l’Éternel soit sur vous! Nous vous bénissons au nom de l’Éternel!

And they that have passed by have not said: The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.