Psalmi 129

1 Svētku dziesma. Tie mani daudzkārt apbēdinājuši no manas jaunības, tā lai Israēls saka;

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

2 Tie mani daudzkārt apbēdinājuši no manas jaunības, bet tie mani nav pārvarējuši.

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

3 Arāji ir aruši uz manas muguras, tie savas vagas garas dzinuši.

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

4 Tas Kungs ir taisns, Viņš sacirtis bezdievīgo valgus.

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

5 Lai top kaunā un atpakaļ dzīti visi kas Ciānu ienīst.

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

6 Lai tie top kā zāle uz jumtiem, kas nokalst, pirms tā top plūkta,

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

7 Ar ko pļāvējs nepilda savu roku, nedz kopiņu sējējs savu klēpi.

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

8 Un tie, kas garām iet, lai nesaka: Tā Kunga svētība lai nāk pār jums, mēs jūs svētījam Tā Kunga Vārdā.

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