Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

Sang til Festrejserne.

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

De trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom — saa sige Israel — de trængte mig haardt fra min Ungdom, men kued mig ikke.

3 The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

Plovmænd pløjed min Ryg, trak lange Furer;

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

retfærdig er HERREN, han overskar de gudløses Reb.

5 Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

Alle, som hader Zion, skal vige med Skam,

6 Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth before it groweth up:

blive som Græs paa Tage, der visner, førend det skyder Straa,

7 With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

og ikke fylder Høstkarlens Haand og Opbinderens Favn;

8 Neither do they who go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.

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