Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

Often have they fought against me from my youth, let Israel now say.

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

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

3 The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

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

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

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

5 Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

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

6 Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

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

7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand: nor he that gathereth sheaves his bosom.

8 Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!

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.