Psalms 129

1 A Song of Degrees. Many a time have they warred against me from my youth, let Israel now say:

Se yon chante pou yo chante lè y'ap moute lavil Jerizalèm. Nou menm, pèp Izrayèl se pou nou rekonèt sa: Yo te fè nou pase kont mizè nou depi nou te jenn.

2 Many a time have they warred against me from my youth: and yet they prevailed not against me.

Wi, depi nou te jenn, yo te fè nou pase kont mizè nou, men yo pa t' janm rive mete pye sou kou nou.

3 The sinners wrought upon my back: they prolonged their iniquity.

Yo tonbe sou do nou, ou ta di moun k'ap bat tè pou plante.

4 The righteous Lord has cut asunder the necks of sinners.

Men, Seyè a pa nan patipri, li koupe kòd mechan yo te pase nan kou nou.

5 Let all that hate Sion be put to shame and turned back.

Moun ki pa vle wè moun Siyon yo, se pou yo wont, se pou yo fè bak.

6 Let them be as the grass of the housetops, which withers before it is plucked up.

Se pou yo tankou plant k'ap pouse arebò glasi: y'ap cheche anvan menm yo donnen.

7 Wherewith the reaper fills not his hand, nor he that makes up the sheaves, his bosom.

Moun k'ap ranmase rekòt p'ap okipe yo menm, moun k'ap antre rekòt la p'ap mete yo nan pakèt li.

8 Neither do they that go by say, The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.

Moun k'ap pase bò la yo p'ap di: -Se pou Seyè a beni nou! N'ap beni ou nan non Seyè a!