Psalms 129

1 A Song of Ascents. Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say:

Pesem preizvrstna. Mnogo so me stiskali od mladosti moje, govori naj sedaj Izrael.

2 many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.

Mnogo so me stiskali od mladosti moje; vendar me niso zmogli.

3 The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.

Po hrbtu so mi orali orači, potegnili so vsako črto svojo.

4 Yahweh is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.

Gospod pravični presekal je debele vrvi krivičnih.

5 Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.

Osramotili se bodo in nazaj pognali vsi sovražniki Sijonovi.

6 Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,

Bodo kakor seno na strehah, katero usahne, predno se izdere,

7 with which the reaper doesn’t fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

S katerim ne napolni roke svoje žanjec, ali naročja svojega, kdor veže snope.

8 Neither do those who go by say, “The blessing of Yahweh be on you. We bless you in Yahweh’s name.”

In ne porekó mimo gredoči: Blagoslov Gospodov bodi z vami; blagoslavljamo vas v imenu Gospodovem.