Salmos 129

1 Muchas veces me persiguieron desde mi juventud. Que [lo] diga ahora Israel:

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:

2 Muchas veces me persiguieron desde mi juventud, Pero no prevalecieron contra mí.

Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.

3 Los aradores araron sobre mi espalda. Hicieron largos surcos.

They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.

4 Yavé es justo, Cortó las cuerdas de los perversos.

But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.

5 Sean avergonzados y vueltos atrás Todos los que aborrecen a Sion.

May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.

6 Sean como [la] hierba de las azoteas Que se marchita antes de crecer,

May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,

7 Con la cual el cosechero no llena su mano, Ni el regazo el que ata manojos.

There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.

8 Ni le dicen los que pasan: La bendición de Yavé sea sobre ustedes, Los bendecimos en el Nombre de Yavé.

May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”