Psalms 129

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

Pesem preizvrstna. Mnogo so me stiskali od mladosti moje, govori naj sedaj Izrael.

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

Mnogo so me stiskali od mladosti moje; vendar me niso zmogli.

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

Po hrbtu so mi orali orači, potegnili so vsako črto svojo.

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

Gospod pravični presekal je debele vrvi krivičnih.

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

Osramotili se bodo in nazaj pognali vsi sovražniki Sijonovi.

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

Bodo kakor seno na strehah, katero usahne, predno se izdere,

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

S katerim ne napolni roke svoje žanjec, ali naročja svojega, kdor veže snope.

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.

In ne porekó mimo gredoči: Blagoslov Gospodov bodi z vami; blagoslavljamo vas v imenu Gospodovem.