Salme 129

1 Sang til Festrejserne.

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

2 De trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom — saa sige Israel — de trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

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

3 Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

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

4 retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

The righteous Lord has cut asunder the necks of sinners.

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

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

6 blive som Græs paa Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Straa,

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

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

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

8 Folk, som gaar forbi, siger ikke: »HERRENS Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENS Navn!«

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.