Псалтирь 129

1 Песнь восхождения. Много теснили меня от юности моей, да скажет Израиль:

A Canticle in steps. They have often fought against me from my youth, let Israel now say:

2 много теснили меня от юности моей, но не одолели меня.

they have often fought against me from my youth, yet they could not prevail over me.

3 На хребте моем орали оратаи, проводили длинные борозды свои.

The sinners have made fabrications behind my back. They have prolonged their iniquity.

4 Но Господь праведен: Он рассек узы нечестивых.

The just Lord will cut the necks of sinners.

5 Да постыдятся и обратятся назад все ненавидящие Сион!

Let all those who hate Zion be confounded and turned backwards.

6 Да будут, как трава на кровлях, которая прежде, нежели будет исторгнута, засыхает,

Let them be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can be pulled up:

7 которою жнец не наполнит руки своей, и вяжущий снопы - горсти своей;

with it, he who reaps does not fill his hand and he who gathers sheaves does not fill his bosom.

8 и проходящие мимо не скажут: “благословение Господне на вас; благословляем вас именем Господним!”

And those who were passing by have not said to them: “The blessing of the Lord be upon you. We have blessed you in the name of the Lord.”