Psalms 129

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

Canción de las gradas. Mucho me han angustiado desde mi juventud, diga ahora Israel:

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

Mucho me han angustiado desde mi juventud; mas no prevalecieron contra mí.

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

Sobre mis espaldas araron los aradores; hicieron largos surcos.

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

El SEÑOR es justo; cortó las coyundas de los impíos.

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

Serán avergonzados y vueltos atrás todos los que aborrecen a Sion.

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

Serán como la hierba de los tejados, que se seca antes que crezca;

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

de la cual no llenó el segador su mano, ni sus brazos 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.”

Ni dijeron los que pasaban: La bendición del SEÑOR sea sobre vosotros; os bendecimos en el Nombre del SEÑOR.