Psalms 129

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

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

2 many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me.

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.

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

The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

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

YHWH is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

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

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

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

Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth 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 bindeth 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.”

Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of YHWH be upon you: we bless you in the name of YHWH.