Psalms 129

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

Mnogo mi dosaðivaše od mladosti moje, neka reèe Izrailj,

2 Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

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

3 Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

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

4 YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

Gospod je pravedan; isijeèe konopce bezbožnièke.

5 All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

Postidjeæe se, odbiæe se svi koji nenavide Sion.

6 They are as grass of the roofs, That withers before it was drawn out,

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

7 That has not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

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

8 And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”

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