Psalm 129

1 Israel, srumun luman akkeok lun mwet lokoalok nu suwos Oe ke kowos fusr ah me.

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

2 “Oe ke nga fusr ah me nwe inge, Mwet lokoalok luk elos akkeokyeyu arulana upa, Tusruktu elos tiana kutangyula.

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

3 Elos kanteya fintukuk arulana loal Oana ke elos pikin acn in orek ima lalos uh.

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

4 Tusruktu LEUM GOD, su arulana suwoswos, El aksukosokyeyula liki moul in kohs.”

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

5 Lela tuh elos nukewa su srunga Zion In kutangyukla ac lillilyak.

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

6 Lela tuh elos in oana mah su yoki oan fin mangon lohm uh, Su paola ac tia ku in kapak.

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

7 Wangin mwet sifelosyak inpaolos, Ku losani ac usla.

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

8 Wangin mwet su fahsr alukela acn se inge fah fahk, “Lela God Elan akinsewowoye kom! Kut akinsewowoye kom ke Inen LEUM GOD.”

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