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Awit ng Pag-akyat.

129 “Madalas nila akong saktan mula sa aking kabataan,”
    sabihin ngayon ng Israel—
“Madalas nila akong saktan mula sa aking kabataan,
    gayunma'y laban sa akin ay hindi sila nagtagumpay.
Inararo ng mga mag-aararo ang likod ko;
    kanilang pinahaba ang mga tudling nila.”
Matuwid ang Panginoon;
    ang mga panali ng masama ay kanyang pinutol.
Lahat nawa ng napopoot sa Zion,
    ay mapahiya at mapaurong!
Maging gaya nawa sila ng damo sa mga bubungan,
    na natutuyo bago pa ito tumubo man,
sa mga ito'y hindi pinupuno ng manggagapas ang kanyang kamay,
    ni ng nagtatali ng mga bigkis ang kanyang kandungan.
Hindi rin sinasabi ng mga nagdaraan,
    “Ang pagpapala nawa ng Panginoon ay sumainyo!
    Sa pangalan ng Panginoon ay binabasbasan namin kayo!”

A Prayer Against the Enemies

A song for going up to worship.

129 They have treated me badly all my life.
    (Let Israel repeat this.)
They have treated me badly all my life,
    but they have not defeated me.
Like farmers plowing, they plowed over my back,
    making long wounds.
But the Lord does what is right;
    he has set me free from those wicked people.

Let those who hate Jerusalem
    be turned back in shame.
Let them be like the grass on the roof
    that dries up before it has grown.
There is not enough of it to fill a hand
    or to make into a bundle to fill one’s arms.
Let those who pass by them not say,
    “May the Lord bless you.
    We bless you by the power of the Lord.”

Psalm 129

A song of ascents.

“They have greatly oppressed(A) me from my youth,”(B)
    let Israel say;(C)
“they have greatly oppressed me from my youth,
    but they have not gained the victory(D) over me.
Plowmen have plowed my back
    and made their furrows long.
But the Lord is righteous;(E)
    he has cut me free(F) from the cords of the wicked.”(G)

May all who hate Zion(H)
    be turned back in shame.(I)
May they be like grass on the roof,(J)
    which withers(K) before it can grow;
a reaper cannot fill his hands with it,(L)
    nor one who gathers fill his arms.
May those who pass by not say to them,
    “The blessing of the Lord be on you;
    we bless you(M) in the name of the Lord.”

Song of Victory over Zion’s Enemies

A Song of Ascents.

129 “Many a time they have (A)afflicted[a] me from (B)my youth,”
(C)Let Israel now say—
“Many a time they have afflicted me from my youth;
Yet they have not prevailed against me.
The plowers plowed on my back;
They made their furrows long.”
The Lord is righteous;
He has cut in pieces the cords of the wicked.

Let all those who hate Zion
Be put to shame and turned back.
Let them be as the (D)grass on the housetops,
Which withers before it grows up,
With which the reaper does not fill his hand,
Nor he who binds sheaves, his [b]arms.
Neither let those who pass by them say,
(E)“The blessing of the Lord be upon you;
We bless you in the name of the Lord!”

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 129:1 persecuted
  2. Psalm 129:7 armsful, lit. bosom