Psalms 129

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

Often have they fought against me from my youth, let Israel now say.

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

Often have they fought against me from my youth: but they could not prevail over me.

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

The wicked have wrought upon my back: they have lengthened their iniquity.

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

The Lord who is just will cut the necks of sinners:

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

Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Sion.

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

Let them be as grass on the tops of houses: which withered before it be plucked up:

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

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand: nor he that gathereth 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!”

And they that have passed by have not said: The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.