Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

Mnogo mi dosaðivaše od mladosti moje, neka reèe Izrailj,

2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

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

3 The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

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

4 Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Gospod je pravedan; isijeèe konopce bezbožnièke.

5 Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

Postidjeæe se, odbiæe se svi koji nenavide Sion.

6 Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

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

7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

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

8 Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!

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