Psalms 129

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

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

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

Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

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

Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

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

YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

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

All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

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

They are as grass of the roofs, That withers before it was drawn out,

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

That has not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

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

And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”