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);

Fihirana fiakarana.

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

Mafy no nampahoriany ahy hatry ny fony aho mbola tanora; Nefa tsy naharesy ahy izy.

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

Ny mpiasa dia niasa ny lamosiko; Efa nanalava ny vavasany izy.

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

Marina Jehovah: Efa nanapaka ny famatorana nataon’ ny ratsy fanahy Izy.

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

Aoka ho menatra sy hiamboho Izay rehetra mandrafy an’ i Ziona

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

Ka ho tahaka ny ahitra eo an-tampon-trano. Izay malazo, na dia tsy misy manongotra azy aza;

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

Tsy misy mpijinja mameno tanana Na mpamehy amboara mameno tratra amin’ izany;

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.

Ka dia tsy hisy mpandalo hanao hoe: Hotahin’ i Jehovah anie ianareo; Eny, ny anaran’ i Jehovah no itsofanay rano anareo.