Psalms 129

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

Cantique des degrés. "Violemment on m’a persécuté dès ma jeunesse peut bien dire Israël

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

violemment on m’a persécuté dès ma jeunesse, mais on n’a pu triompher de moi.

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

Des laboureurs ont labouré mon dos, y ont tracé de longs sillons."

4 The righteous Lord has cut asunder the necks of sinners.

L’Eternel est juste, il brise les entraves des méchants.

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

Qu’ils rougissent et reculent, tous ceux qui haïssent Sion!

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

Qu’ils soient comme l’herbe des toits, qui se dessèche avant qu’on l’enlève,

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

dont le moissonneur n’emplit pas sa main, ni le faiseur de gerbes son giron!

8 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.

De sorte que les passants ne disent point: "La bénédiction de Dieu soit sur vous! Nous vous bénissons au nom de l’Eternel."