Psalms 129

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

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may 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: yet they have not prevailed against me.

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

The plowers plowed on my back: they made long their furrows.

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

The LORD is righteous: he has cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

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

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

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

Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which wither before it grows up:

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

With which the mower fills not his hand; nor he that binds 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 which go by say, The blessing of the LORD be on you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.