Псалтирь 129

1 Множицею брашася со мною от юности моея, да речет убо Израиль:

A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth— let Israel now declare—

2 множицею брашася со мною от юности моея, ибо не премогоша мя.

many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me.

3 На хребте моем делаша грешницы, продолжиша беззаконие свое.

The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.

4 Господь праведен ссече выя грешников.

The LORD is righteous; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.

5 Да постыдятся и возвратятся вспять вси ненавидящии Сиона:

May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.

6 да будут яко трава на здех, яже прежде восторжения изсше:

May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,

7 еюже не исполни руки своея жняй, и недра своего рукояти собираяй:

unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves.

8 и не реша мимоходящии: благословение Господне на вы, благословихом вы во имя Господне.

May none who pass by say to them, “The blessing of the LORD be on you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.”