Chapter 129

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

Cantique des degrés. Ils m`ont assez opprimé dès ma jeunesse, Qu`Israël le dise!

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.

Ils m`ont assez opprimé dès ma jeunesse, Mais ils ne m`ont pas vaincu.

The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

Des laboureurs ont labouré mon dos, Ils y ont tracé de longs sillons.

The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

L`Éternel est juste: Il a coupé les cordes des méchants.

Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

Qu`ils soient confondus et qu`ils reculent, Tous ceux qui haïssent Sion!

Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:

Qu`ils soient comme l`herbe des toits, Qui sèche avant qu`on l`arrache!

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

Le moissonneur n`en remplit point sa main, Celui qui lie les gerbes n`en charge point son bras,

Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.

Et les passants ne disent point: Que la bénédiction de l`Éternel soit sur vous! Nous vous bénissons au nom de l`Éternel!