Salmos 129

1 Cántico gradual. Mucho me han combatido desde mi mocedad, exclame ahora Israel;

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

2 mucho me combatieron desde mi mocedad, mas no concluyeron conmigo.

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

3 Sobre mis espaldas araron los aradores; abrieron largos surcos;

Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

4 mas Yahvé, el Justo, ha cortado las coyundas de los impíos.

YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

5 Retrocedan confundidos cuantos odian a Sión.

All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

6 Sean como la hierba de los tejados, que se seca antes de crecer.

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

7 No llena de ella su mano el segador, ni su regazo el que hace gavillas.

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

8 No dicen los transeúntes: “La bendición de Yahvé sea sobre vosotros.” “Os bendecimos en el Nombre de Yahvé.”

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