Псалтирь 129

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

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

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

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.

3 На хребте моем делаша грешницы, продолжиша беззаконие свое.

The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

4 Господь праведен ссече выя грешников.

The LORD [is] righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

5 Да постыдятся и возвратятся вспять вси ненавидящии Сиона:

Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

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

Let them be as the grass [upon] the house-tops, which withereth before it groweth up:

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

With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom.

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

Neither do they who go by, say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.