Psalms 129

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

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

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

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

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

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