A Song of degrees.
1 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:
2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.
3 The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
4 The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
5 Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.
6 Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:
7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.
8 Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.
Ntembezelo we mbakililo
1 “Tjinga kwabakandigwisa kudwa mu butjetjana gwangu.”
Iziraela ngaalebeleke ati,
2 “Tjinga kwabakandigwisa kudwa mu butjetjana gwangu,
nenguba kwakajalo abathu bakandikunda.
3 Balimi bakandipalula kushule se bulime,
bakathama foro dzabo dzikabe ndefundefu.”
4 Yahwe bakalulwama,
bakathubula mitjili ye babi.
5 Dzene bose banobenga Ziyoni
bangabhatisiwa shoni bakashandusigwa shule.
6 Ngabange bushwa gunomela ku zwilungwani zwe ng'umba,
gunoswaba gusathu gukakula,
7 gusingazhale tjiazha tje mmwayi
ne basungi abatothama fukatigwa mu maboko abo,
8 bapindi pabasingake bakalebeleka beti,
“Dothodzo la Yahwe ngalibe mu muli!
Tomutothodza nge zina la Yahwe!”