Псалтирь 129

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

A song of ascents. “Often since my youth they have attacked me,” let Israel say.

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

“Often since my youth they have attacked me, yet they have not defeated me.

3 На хребте моем делаша грешницы, продолжиша беззаконие свое.

The plowers plowed on my back; they made their furrows long.

4 Господь праведен ссече выя грешников.

Yahweh is righteous; he has cut the ropes of the wicked.”

5 Да постыдятся и возвратятся вспять вси ненавидящии Сиона:

May they all be put to shame and turned back, those who hate Zion.

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

May they be like the grass on the housetops that withers before it grows up,

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

that cannot fill the reaper's hand or the chest of the one who binds bundles of grain together.

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

May those who pass by not say, “May the blessing of Yahweh be on you; we bless you in the name of Yahweh.”