Psalms 129

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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