Псалтирь 129

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

A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

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

Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

3 На хребте моем делаша грешницы, продолжиша беззаконие свое.

Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.

4 Господь праведен ссече выя грешников.

Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.

5 Да постыдятся и возвратятся вспять вси ненавидящии Сиона:

Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

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

They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,

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

That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

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

And the passers by have not said, 'The blessing of Jehovah [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'