Psalms 129

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

A Song of Ascents. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth up, Let Israel now say,

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

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth up: Yet they have not prevailed against me.

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

The plowers plowed upon my back; They made long their furrows.

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

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

5 All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

Let them be put to shame and turned backward, All they that hate Zion.

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

Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, Which withereth before it groweth up;

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

Wherewith the reaper filleth not his hand, Nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom:

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

Neither do they that go by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; We bless you in the name of Jehovah.