Psalms 129

1 A Song of Ascents. Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say:

“A psalm of the steps, or the goings up.” Much have they afflicted me from my youth, May Israel now say;

2 many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.

Much have they afflicted me from my youth, Yet have they not prevailed against me.

3 The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.

The ploughers ploughed up my back; They made long their furrows;

4 The LORD is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.

But the LORD was righteous; He cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

5 Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.

Let all be driven back with shame Who hate Zion!

6 Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,

Let them be as grass upon the house-tops, Which withereth before one pulleth it up;

7 with which the reaper does not fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

With which the reaper filleth not his hand, Nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom!

8 Neither do those who go by say, “The blessing of the LORD be on you. We bless you in the LORD’s name.”

And they who pass by do not say, “The blessing of the LORD be upon you! We bless you in the name of the LORD!”