Psaumes 129

1Cantique des montées. Ils m’ont cruellement opprimé dès ma jeunesse, — qu’Israël le dise ! —

2Ils m’ont cruellement opprimé dès ma jeunesse, mais ils n’ont pas prévalu contre moi.

3Ils ont labouré mon dos, ils y ont tracé de longs sillons.

4Mais Yahweh est juste : il a coupé les liens des méchants.

5Qu’ils soient confondus et qu’ils reculent en arrière, tous ceux qui haïssent Sion !

6Qu’ils soient comme l’herbe des toits, qui sèche avant qu’on l’arrache.

7Le moissonneur n’en remplit pas sa main, ni celui qui lie les gerbes, son giron ;

8et les passants ne disent pas : « Que la bénédiction de Yahweh soit sur vous ! » — « Nous vous bénissons au nom de Yahweh. »

1Canticum graduum. [Sæpe expugnaverunt me a juventute mea, dicat nunc Israël;

2sæpe expugnaverunt me a juventute mea: etenim non potuerunt mihi.

3Supra dorsum meum fabricaverunt peccatores; prolongaverunt iniquitatem suam.

4Dominus justus concidit cervices peccatorum.

5Confundantur, et convertantur retrorsum omnes qui oderunt Sion.

6Fiant sicut fœnum tectorum, quod priusquam evellatur exaruit:

7de quo non implevit manum suam qui metit, et sinum suum qui manipulos colligit.

8Et non dixerunt qui præteribant: Benedictio Domini super vos. Benediximus vobis in nomine Domini.]

1Often have they fought against me from my youth, let Israel now say.

2Often have they fought against me from my youth: but they could not prevail over me.

3The wicked have wrought upon my back: they have lengthened their iniquity.

4The Lord who is just will cut the necks of sinners:

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

6Let them be as grass on the tops of houses: which withered before it be plucked up:

7Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand: nor he that gathereth sheaves his bosom.

8And they that have passed by have not said: The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.