Lūgums satriekt Israēla naidniekus
1 Augšupceļa dziesma.
Gana tie mani nīdējuši kopš jaunības!
Tā lai saka Israēls:
2 gana tie mani nīdējuši kopš jaunības,
bet nav mani pieveikuši!
3 Uz manas muguras arāji aruši,
garas vagas dzinuši.
4 Kungs ir taisns – pārcirtis ļaundaru valgus!
5 Lai tie visi bēg apkaunoti, kas nīst Ciānu!
6 Lai tie ir kā zāle uz jumtiem –
pirms pastiepjas, jau vīst,
7 tā nepilda pļāvējam delnu,
nedz elkoni kūļu sējējam,
8 neviena, kas sacītu, garām iedams:
Kunga svētība pār jums!
Svētījam jūs Kunga vārdā!
A Prayer against Israel's Enemies
1 Israel, tell us how your enemies have persecuted you
ever since you were young.
2 “Ever since I was young,
my enemies have persecuted me cruelly,
but they have not overcome me.
3 They cut deep wounds in my back
and made it like a plowed field.
4 But the Lord, the righteous one,
has freed me from slavery.”
5 May everyone who hates Zion
be defeated and driven back.
6 May they all be like grass growing on the housetops,
which dries up before it can grow;
7 no one gathers it up
or carries it away in bundles.
8 No one who passes by will say,
“May the Lord bless you!
We bless you in the name of the Lord.”
