Psalms 129

1 A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth— let Israel now declare—

Mnogo mi dosaðivaše od mladosti moje, neka reèe Izrailj,

2 many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me.

Mnogo mi dosaðivaše od mladosti moje, ali me ne svladaše.

3 The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.

Na leðima mojim oraše oraèi, i vodiše duge brazde svoje.

4 The LORD is righteous; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.

Gospod je pravedan; isijeèe konopce bezbožnièke.

5 May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.

Postidjeæe se, odbiæe se svi koji nenavide Sion.

6 May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,

Biæe kao trava na krovovima, koja se sasušuje prije nego se poèupa,

7 unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves.

Od koje neæe žetelac napuniti ruke svoje, niti naruèja svojega vezilac;

8 May none who pass by say to them, “The blessing of the LORD be on you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.”

I koji prolaze neæe reæi: “Blagoslov Gospodnji na vama! blagosiljamo vas imenom Gospodnjim.”