Zaburi 129

1 “Mara nyingi tangu ujana wangu wamekuwa wakinishambulia,” Israeli na iseme.

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

2 “Mara nyingi tangu ujana wangu wamekuwa wakinishambulia, lakini hawajanishinda.

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

3 Wakulima wamekuwa wakilima mgonngoni kwangu; wametengeneza matuta yao marefu.

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

4 Yahwe ni mwenye haki; amezikata kamba za waovu.”

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

5 Wote waaibishwe na kurudishwa nyuma, wale wachukiao Sayuni.

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

6 Na wawe kama nyasi juu ya paa ambayo hunyauka kabla hayajakua,

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

7 ambayo hayawezi kujaza mkono wa mvunaji wala kifua cha mfunga miganda.

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

8 Wale wapitao karibu wasiseme, “Baraka za Mungu na ziwe juu yako; Tunakubariki katika jina la Yahwe.”

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