Psalms 129

1 A song of degrees. They haue often times afflicted me from my youth (may Israel nowe say)

(Sang til Festrejserne.) De trængte mig hårdt fra min ungdom - så siger Israel

2 They haue often times afflicted me from my youth: but they could not preuaile against me.

de trængte mig hårdt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

3 The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.

Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

4 But the righteous Lord hath cut the cordes of the wicked.

retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

5 They that hate Zion, shalbe all ashamed and turned backward.

Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

6 They shalbe as the grasse on the house tops, which withereth afore it commeth forth.

blive som Græs på Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Strå,

7 Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither the glainer his lap:

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Hånd og Opbinderens Favn;

8 Neither they, which go by, say, The blessing of the Lord be vpon you, or, We blesse you in the Name of the Lord.

Folk, som går forbi, siger ikke: "HERRENs Velsignelse over eder! Vi velsigner eder i HERRENs Navn!"