Salmos 129

1 Cántico gradual. MUCHO me han angustiado desde mi juventud, puede decir 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 Mucho me han angustiado desde mi juventud; mas no prevalecieron contra mí.

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

3 Sobre mis espaldas araron los aradores: hicieron largos surcos.

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

4 Jehová es justo; cortó las coyundas de los impíos.

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

5 Serán avergonzados y vueltos atrás todos los que aborrecen á Sión.

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

6 Serán como la hierba de los tejados, que se seca antes que crezca:

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

7 De la cual no hinchió segador su mano, ni sus brazos el que hace gavillas.

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

8 Ni dijeron los que pasaban: Bendición de Jehová sea sobre vosotros; os bendecimos en el nombre de Jehová.

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