Salme 129

1 (Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

2 de trængte mig hårdt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

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

3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

The LORD [is] righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

5 Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

6 blive som Græs på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,

Let them be as the grass [upon] the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

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

8 Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"

Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.