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.”
Ps 124Ps 122:6-9. La 3:59-66.
1 Cantique des degrés.
Ils m’ont assez opprimé dès ma jeunesse,
Qu’Israël le dise!
2 Ils m’ont assez opprimé dès ma jeunesse,
Mais ils ne m’ont pas vaincu.
3 Des laboureurs ont labouré mon dos,
Ils y ont tracé de longs sillons.
4 L’Éternel est juste:
Il a coupé les cordes des méchants.
5 Qu’ils soient confondus et qu’ils reculent,
Tous ceux qui haïssent Sion!
6 Qu’ils soient comme l’herbe des toits,
Qui sèche avant qu’on l’arrache!
7 Le moissonneur n’en remplit point sa main,
Celui qui lie les gerbes n’en charge point son bras,
8 Et les passants ne disent point:
Que la bénédiction de l’Éternel soit sur vous!
Nous vous bénissons au nom de l’Éternel!
