Psalms 129

1 A Song of the going up. Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young (let Israel now say);

Canticum graduum. Sæpe expugnaverunt me a juventute mea, dicat nunc Israël;

2 Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young, but my troubles have not overcome me.

sæpe expugnaverunt me a juventute mea: etenim non potuerunt mihi.

3 The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.

Supra dorsum meum fabricaverunt peccatores; prolongaverunt iniquitatem suam.

4 The Lord is true: the cords of the evil-doers are broken in two.

Dominus justus concidit cervices peccatorum.

5 Let all the haters of Zion be shamed and turned back.

Confundantur, et convertantur retrorsum omnes qui oderunt Sion.

6 Let them be like the grass on the house-tops, which is dry before it comes to full growth.

Fiant sicut fœnum tectorum, quod priusquam evellatur exaruit:

7 He who gets in the grain has no use for it; and they do not make bands of it for the grain-stems.

de quo non implevit manum suam qui metit, et sinum suum qui manipulos colligit.

8 And those who go by do not say, The blessing of the Lord be on you; we give you blessing in the name of the Lord.

Et non dixerunt qui præteribant: Benedictio Domini super vos. Benediximus vobis in nomine Domini.