Psalms · Chapter 129
Peshitta OT
8 verses
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ܣܓܝܘ ܐ̈ܠܘܨܝ ܡܢ ܛܠܝܘܬܝ ܢܐܡܪ ܐܝܣܪܝܠ
'ysryl n'mr Tlywthy mn 'lwtsy sgyw
Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say:
2
ܕܣܓܝܘ ܐ̈ܠܘܨܝ ܡܢ ܛܠܝܘܬܝ ܘܠܐ ܐܬܡܨܝܘ ܚܝܠܝ
khyly 'thmtsyw wl' Tlywthy mn 'lwtsy dsgyw
many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.
3
ܥܠ ܚܨܝ ܢܓܕܘ ܢ̈ܓܕܐ ܘܐܓܪܘ ܡܘܟܟܗܘܢ
mwkkhwn w'grw ngd' ngdw khtsy el
The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.
4
ܡܪܝܐ ܙܕܝܩ ܘܡܦܫܚ ܣܘܟܝ̈ܗܘܢ ܕܥܘ̈ܠܐ
dewl' swkyhwn wmpshkh zdyq mry'
Yahweh is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.
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ܢܗܦܟܘܢ ܠܒܣܬܪܗܘܢ ܟܠܗܘܢ ܣܢ̈ܐܝܗ̇ ܕܨܗܝܘܢ
dtshywn sn'yh klhwn lbsthrhwn nhpkwn
Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.
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ܢܗܘܘܢ ܐܝܟ ܥܡܝܪܐ ܕܐܓܪܐ ܕܡܐ ܕܢܫܒܬ ܒܗ ܪܘܚܐ ܫܠܦ ܘܝܒܫ
wybsh shlp rwkh' bh dnshbth dm' d'gr' emyr' 'yk nhwwn
Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,
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ܘܠܐ ܡܠܐ ܡܢܗ ܟܦܗ ܚܨܘܕܐ ܐܦ ܠܐ ܩܦܠܗ ܡܩܒܪܢܐ
mqbrn' qplh l' 'p khtswd' kph mnh ml' wl'
with which the reaper doesn’t fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.