Псалтирь 129

1 Множицею брашася со мною от юности моея, да речет убо Израиль:

A Song of Ascents. Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say:

2 множицею брашася со мною от юности моея, ибо не премогоша мя.

many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.

3 На хребте моем делаша грешницы, продолжиша беззаконие свое.

The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.

4 Господь праведен ссече выя грешников.

The LORD is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.

5 Да постыдятся и возвратятся вспять вси ненавидящии Сиона:

Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.

6 да будут яко трава на здех, яже прежде восторжения изсше:

Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,

7 еюже не исполни руки своея жняй, и недра своего рукояти собираяй:

with which the reaper doesn’t fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

8 и не реша мимоходящии: благословение Господне на вы, благословихом вы во имя Господне.

Neither do those who go by say, “The blessing of the LORD be on you. We bless you in the LORD’s name.”