Psalms 129

1 A Song of Degrees. Many a time have they warred against me from my youth, let Israel now say:

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

2 Many a time have they warred against me from my youth: and yet they prevailed not against me.

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

3 The sinners wrought upon my back: they prolonged their iniquity.

Sobre mis espaldas araron los aradores; abrieron largos surcos;

4 The righteous Lord has cut asunder the necks of sinners.

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

5 Let all that hate Sion be put to shame and turned back.

Retrocedan confundidos cuantos odian a Sión.

6 Let them be as the grass of the housetops, which withers before it is plucked up.

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

7 Wherewith the reaper fills not his hand, nor he that makes up the sheaves, his bosom.

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

8 Neither do they that go by say, The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.

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