Salmos 126

On va, on va en pleurant, Quand on porte la semence que l'on jette ; On s'en revient avec cris de triomphe, Quand on rapporte ses gerbes.

Irá andando y llorando el que lleva la preciosa simiente; mas volverá á venir con regocijo, trayendo sus gavillas.

He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.

He who goes out weeping, carrying seed for sowing, will certainly come again with joy, carrying his sheaves.