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Salme 129

Jerusalems skæbne

1En valfartssang.

Fra min tidlige ungdom har mine fjender mishandlet mig
    —lad hele Israel gentage det:
Fra min tidlige ungdom har mine fjender mishandlet mig.
    De angreb mig, men overvandt mig ikke.
Min ryg er mærket af dybe sår,
    som var den pløjet med en plov.
Men Herren er retfærdig,
    han satte en stopper for deres mishandling.

Alle, der angriber Zion,
    vil blive slået og tvunget til at vende om.
De er som græsset, der vokser på taget,
    det visner og dør, før det bliver til noget.
Det fylder ingenting i høstfolkenes hænder,
    der er ikke nok til at binde et neg af.
Ingen, der går forbi dem, vil sige:
    „Herren velsigne jer!”

New International Reader's Version

Psalm 129

Psalm 129

A song for those who go up to Jerusalem to worship the Lord.

Here is what Israel should say.
    “My enemies have treated me badly ever since I was a young nation.
My enemies have treated me badly ever since I was a young nation.
    But they haven’t won the battle.
They have made deep wounds in my back.
    It looks like a field a farmer has plowed.
The Lord does what is right.
    Sinners had tied me up with ropes. But the Lord has set me free.”

May all those who hate Zion
    be driven back in shame.
May they be like grass that grows on the roof of a house.
    It dries up before it can grow.
There isn’t enough of it to fill a person’s hand.
    There isn’t enough to tie up and carry away.
May no one who passes by say to those who hate Zion,
    “May the blessing of the Lord be on you.
    We bless you in the name of the Lord.”