Psalms

A song of ascents.

1Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth—let Israel now declare—

2many a time they have persecuted me from my youth,but they have not prevailed against me.

3The plowmen plowed over my back;they made their furrows long.

4The LORD is righteous;He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.

5May all who hate Zionbe turned back in shame.

6May they be like grass on the rooftops,which withers before it can grow,

7unable to fill the hands of the reaper,or the arms of the binder of sheaves.

8May none who pass by say to them,“The blessing of the LORD be on you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.”

1Ít-ra-en hãy nói lên điều đó.

2nhưng đã không hề thắng được tôi.

3đào xới lên những luống thật dài.

4đã chặt đứt chão thừng quân gian ác.

5đều nhục nhã tháo lui hết thảy,

6chưa ai nhổ mà đã héo khô !

7cả người bó lúa cũng chẳng ôm về.

8Chúng tôi chúc lành cho anh em nhân danh CHÚA.