Psalms 129

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

Cántico gradual. Mucho me han combatido desde mi mocedad, exclame ahora Israel;

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

mucho me combatieron desde mi mocedad, mas no concluyeron conmigo.

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

Sobre mis espaldas araron los aradores; abrieron largos surcos;

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

mas Yahvé, el Justo, ha cortado las coyundas de los impíos.

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

Retrocedan confundidos cuantos odian a Sión.

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

Sean como la hierba de los tejados, que se seca antes de crecer.

7 with which the reaper does not fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

No llena de ella su mano el segador, ni su regazo el que hace gavillas.

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

No dicen los transeúntes: “La bendición de Yahvé sea sobre vosotros.” “Os bendecimos en el Nombre de Yahvé.”