Psalms 129

1 A song of degrees. They haue often times afflicted me from my youth (may Israel nowe say)

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

2 They haue often times afflicted me from my youth: but they could not preuaile against me.

many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me.

3 The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.

The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.

4 But the righteous Lord hath cut the cordes of the wicked.

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

5 They that hate Zion, shalbe all ashamed and turned backward.

May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.

6 They shalbe as the grasse on the house tops, which withereth afore it commeth forth.

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

7 Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither the glainer his lap:

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

8 Neither they, which go by, say, The blessing of the Lord be vpon you, or, We blesse you in the Name of the Lord.

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.”