New Living Translation

Psalm 129

Psalm 129

A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem.

From my earliest youth my enemies have persecuted me.
    Let all Israel repeat this:
From my earliest youth my enemies have persecuted me,
    but they have never defeated me.
My back is covered with cuts,
    as if a farmer had plowed long furrows.
But the Lord is good;
    he has cut me free from the ropes of the ungodly.

May all who hate Jerusalem[a]
    be turned back in shameful defeat.
May they be as useless as grass on a rooftop,
    turning yellow when only half grown,
ignored by the harvester,
    despised by the binder.
And may those who pass by
    refuse to give them this blessing:
“The Lord bless you;
    we bless you in the Lord’s name.”

Notas al pie

  1. 129:5 Hebrew Zion.

Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 129

Mpae a wɔbɔ tia Israel atamfo

1Israel, ka efi wo mmofraase, taa a w’atamfo ataa wo, nanso wɔantumi anni wo so kyerɛ yɛn. “Efi me mmofraase, m’atamfo ataa me atirimɔden so, nanso wɔantumi anni me so.

“Wotwaa kam kɛse te sɛ asase a wɔafuntum wɔ m’akyi. Nanso Awurade, ɔtreneeni no, agye me afi nkoasom mu.”

Obiara a ɔtan Sion no, wobedi ne so na wɔapam no asan n’akyi. Ma wɔn nyinaa nyɛ sɛ sare a enyin wɔ adan atifi ma ewu no; Obiara mmoaboa ano, na obiara nsoa no afiafi nkɔ. Obiara a obetwam wɔ hɔ no renka se, “Awurade nhyira mo! Yehyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”