Psalms 129

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

A Song of Ascents. Many a time, have they harassed me from my youth, well may 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 harassed me from 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 lengthened their furrow!

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

Yahweh, is righteous, He hath cut asunder the cords of the lawless.

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

Let all who hate Zion, be ashamed and shrink back:

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

Let them become like the grass of housetops, which, before it is pulled up, hath withered;

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

Wherewith no reaper, hath filled his hand, nor binder, 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 have the passers-by ever said, The blessing of Yahweh, be unto you, —We have blessed you in the Name of Yahweh.