< Psalms 129 >

1 A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth— let Israel now declare—
A Canticle in steps. They have often fought against me from my youth, let Israel now say:
2 many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me.
they have often fought against me from my youth, yet they could not prevail over me.
3 The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.
The sinners have made fabrications behind my back. They have prolonged their iniquity.
4 The LORD is righteous; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.
The just Lord will cut the necks of sinners.
5 May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.
Let all those who hate Zion be confounded and turned backwards.
6 May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,
Let them be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can be pulled up:
7 unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves.
with it, he who reaps does not fill his hand and he who gathers sheaves does not fill his bosom.
8 May none who pass by say to them, “The blessing of the LORD be on you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.”
And those who were passing by have not said to them: “The blessing of the Lord be upon you. We have blessed you in the name of the Lord.”

< Psalms 129 >