Псалтирь 129

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

A Song of Ascents. Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say:

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

many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against 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 apart the cords of the wicked.

5 Да постыдятся и возвратятся вспять вси ненавидящии Сиона:

Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.

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

Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,

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

with which the reaper doesn’t fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

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

Neither do those who go by say, “The blessing of Yahweh be on you. We bless you in Yahweh’s name.”