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Psalms 129

Louis Segond 1910 · Berean Standard Bible

129:1
Cantique des degrés.
A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth—let Israel now declare—
129:2
Ils m’ont assez opprimé dès ma jeunesse,
many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me.
129:3
Des laboureurs ont labouré mon dos,
The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.
129:4
L’Éternel est juste:
The LORD is righteous; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.
129:5
Qu’ils soient confondus et qu’ils reculent,
May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.
129:6
Qu’ils soient comme l’herbe des toits,
May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,
129:7
Le moissonneur n’en remplit point sa main,
unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves.
129:8
Et les passants ne disent point:
May none who pass by say to them, “The blessing of the LORD be on you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.”