Psalms 129

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:

שִׁיר הַֽמַּעֲלוֹת רַבַּת צְרָרוּנִי מִנְּעוּרַי יֹאמַר־נָא יִשְׂרָאֵֽל׃

2 Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.

רַבַּת צְרָרוּנִי מִנְּעוּרָי גַּם לֹא־יָכְלוּ לִֽי׃

3 They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.

עַל־גַּבִּי חָרְשׁוּ חֹרְשִׁים הֶאֱרִיכוּ (למענותם) [לְמַעֲנִיתָֽם]׃

4 But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.

יְהֹוָה צַדִּיק קִצֵּץ עֲבוֹת רְשָׁעִֽים׃

5 May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.

יֵבֹשׁוּ וְיִסֹּגוּ אָחוֹר כֹּל שֹׂנְאֵי צִיּֽוֹן׃

6 May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,

יִהְיוּ כַּחֲצִיר גַּגּוֹת שֶׁקַּדְמַת שָׁלַף יָבֵֽשׁ׃

7 There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.

שֶׁלֹּא מִלֵּא כַפּוֹ קוֹצֵר וְחִצְנוֹ מְעַמֵּֽר׃

8 May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”

וְלֹא אָמְרוּ ׀ הָעֹבְרִים בִּרְכַּֽת־יְהֹוָה אֲלֵיכֶם בֵּרַכְנוּ אֶתְכֶם בְּשֵׁם יְהֹוָֽה׃