Psalms 129

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

“A song of the degrees.” Many a time have they assailed me from my youth, so should Israel say;

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

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

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

Upon my back have ploughmen ploughed; they have drawn long their furrows:

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

[Yet] the Lord is righteous; he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

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

May all be put to shame and turned backward that hate Zion;

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

May they become like the grass of the roofs, which withereth before it is pulled 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 his arm he that bindeth sheaves.

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.”

Nor do they who pass by say, The blessing of the Lord be with you: we bless you in the name of the Lord.