Psaumes 129

1 Cantique des degrés. "Violemment on m’a persécuté dès ma jeunesse peut bien dire Israël

A Song of Ascents. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth up, Let Israel now say,

2 violemment on m’a persécuté dès ma jeunesse, mais on n’a pu triompher de moi.

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth up: Yet they have not prevailed against me.

3 Des laboureurs ont labouré mon dos, y ont tracé de longs sillons."

The plowers plowed upon my back; They made long their furrows.

4 L’Eternel est juste, il brise les entraves des méchants.

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

5 Qu’ils rougissent et reculent, tous ceux qui haïssent Sion!

Let them be put to shame and turned backward, All they that hate Zion.

6 Qu’ils soient comme l’herbe des toits, qui se dessèche avant qu’on l’enlève,

Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, Which withereth before it groweth up;

7 dont le moissonneur n’emplit pas sa main, ni le faiseur de gerbes son giron!

Wherewith the reaper filleth not his hand, Nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom:

8 De sorte que les passants ne disent point: "La bénédiction de Dieu soit sur vous! Nous vous bénissons au nom de l’Eternel."

Neither do they that go by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; We bless you in the name of Jehovah.