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CH. 129
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[¼ºÀü¿¡ ¿Ã¶ó°¡´Â ³ë·¡] À̽º¶ó¿¤Àº ÀÌÁ¦ ¸»Çϱ⸦ ÀúÈñ°¡ ³ªÀÇ ¼Ò½ÃºÎÅÍ ¿©·¯ ¹ø ³ª¸¦ ±«·Ó°Ô ÇÏ¿´µµ´Ù

A song of ascents. They have greatly oppressed me from my youth--let Israel say--
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ÀúÈñ°¡ ³ªÀÇ ¼Ò½ÃºÎÅÍ ¿©·¯ ¹ø ³ª¸¦ ±«·Ó°Ô ÇÏ¿´À¸³ª ³ª¸¦ À̱âÁö ¸øÇÏ¿´µµ´Ù

they have greatly oppressed me from my youth, but they have not gained the victory over me.
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¹ç°¡´Â ÀÚ°¡ ³» µî¿¡ °¥¾Æ ±× °í¶ûÀ» ±æ°Ô Áö¾úµµ´Ù

Plowmen have plowed my back and made their furrows long.
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¿©È£¿Í²²¼­´Â ÀǷοì»ç ¾ÇÀÎÀÇ ÁÙÀ» ²÷À¸¼Ìµµ´Ù

But the LORD is righteous; he has cut me free from the cords of the wicked.
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¹«¸© ½Ã¿ÂÀ» ¹Ì¿öÇÏ´Â ÀÚ´Â ¼öÄ¡¸¦ ´çÇÏ¿© ¹°·¯°¥Áö¾î´Ù

May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.
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ÀúÈñ´Â ÁöºØÀÇ Ç®°ú °°À»Áö¾î´Ù ±×°ÍÀº ÀÚ¶ó±â Àü¿¡ ¸¶¸£´Â °ÍÀ̶ó

May they be like grass on the roof, which withers before it can grow;
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with it the reaper cannot fill his hands, nor the one who gathers fill his arms.
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Áö³ª°¡´Â ÀÚµµ ¿©È£¿ÍÀÇ º¹ÀÌ ³ÊÈñ¿¡°Ô ÀÖÀ»Áö¾î´Ù Çϰųª ¿ì¸®°¡ ¿©È£¿ÍÀÇ À̸§À¸·Î ³ÊÈñ¿¡°Ô ÃູÇÑ´Ù ÇÏÁö ¾Æ´ÏÇÏ´À´Ï¶ó

May those who pass by not say, "The blessing of the LORD be upon you; we bless you in the name of the LORD."