Psalms 129

1 A Song of the going up. Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young (let Israel now say);

A Song of Ascents. Many a time, have they harassed me from my youth, well may Israel say:

2 Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young, but my troubles have not overcome me.

Many a time, have they harassed me from youth, yet have they not prevailed against me.

3 The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.

Upon my back, have ploughmen ploughed, They have lengthened their furrow!

4 The Lord is true: the cords of the evil-doers are broken in two.

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

5 Let all the haters of Zion be shamed and turned back.

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

6 Let them be like the grass on the house-tops, which is dry before it comes to full growth.

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

7 He who gets in the grain has no use for it; and they do not make bands of it for the grain-stems.

Wherewith no reaper, hath filled his hand, nor binder, his bosom:

8 And those who go by do not say, The blessing of the Lord be on you; we give you blessing 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.