Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

١ مَا أَكْثَرَ مَا ضَايَقُونِي فِي حَدَاثَتِي يَقُولُ إِسْرَائِيلُ.

2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

٢ مَا أَكْثَرَ مَا ضَايَقُونِي فِي حَدَاثَتِي، لَكِنَّهُمْ لَمْ يَتَغَلَّبُوا عَلَيَّ.

3 The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

٣ جَرَحُوا ظَهْرِي جُرُوحاً عَمِيقَةً، فَصَارَ كَالأَتْلاَمِ (خُطُوطِ الْمِحْرَاثِ) الطَّوِيلَةِ فِي حَقْلٍ مَحْرُوثٍ.

4 Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

٤ الرَّبُّ عَادِلٌ، كَسَرَ أَغْلاَلَ عُبُودِيَّةِ الأَشْرَارِ.

5 Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

٥ فَلْيَخْزَ وَلْيُدْبِرْ جَمِيعُ مُبْغِضِي صِهْيَوْنَ.

6 Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

٦ لِيَكُونُوا كَالْعُشْبِ النَّابِتِ عَلَى السُّطُوحِ، الَّذِي يَجِفُّ قَبْلَ أَنْ يَنْمُوَ،

7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

٧ فَلاَ يَمْلأُ الْحَاصِدُ مِنْهُ يَدَهُ، وَلاَ الْحَازِمُ حِضْنَهُ.

8 Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!

٨ وَلاَ يَقُولُ عَابِرُو السَّبِيلِ لَهُمْ: «لِتَكُنْ عَلَيْكُمْ بَرَكَةُ الرَّبِّ: نُبَارِكُكُمْ بِاسْمِ الرَّبِّ».