Psalms 129

1 A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth— let Israel now declare—

Often have they 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.

Often have they fought against me from my youth: but they could not prevail over me.

3 The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.

The wicked have wrought upon my back: they have lengthened their iniquity.

4 The LORD is righteous; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.

The Lord who is just will cut the necks of sinners:

5 May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.

Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Sion.

6 May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,

Let them be as grass on the tops of houses: which withered before it be plucked up:

7 unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves.

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand: nor he that gathereth sheaves 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 they that have passed by have not said: The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.