Salme 129

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

A Song of Ascents. 'Much have they afflicted me from my youth up', let Israel now say;

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

'Much have they afflicted me from my youth up; but 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 be ashamed and turned backward, all they 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 springeth up;

7 og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

Wherewith the reaper 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 that go by say: 'The blessing of the LORD be upon you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.'