Psalmi 129

1 Pogosto so me prizadeli od moje mladosti, naj sedaj reče Izrael,

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

2 pogosto so me prizadeli od moje mladosti, vendar niso prevladali zoper mene.

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

3 Orači so orali na mojem hrbtu; svoje brazde so naredili dolge.

The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

4 Gospod je pravičen; razsekal je vrvi zlobnih.

Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

5 Naj bodo zbegani in obrnjeni nazaj vsi, ki sovražijo Sion.

Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

6 Naj bodo kakor trava na hišnih strehah, ki ovene preden zraste,

Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

7 s čimer kosec ne napolni svoje roke niti kdor veže snope svojega naročja.

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

8 [Naj] niti tisti, ki gredo mimo, ne rečejo: »Nad vami naj bo Gospodov blagoslov. Blagoslavljamo vas v Gospodovem imenu.«

Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!