Psalms 129

1 A Song of Ascents. Many a time, have they harassed me from my youth, well may Israel say:

A Song of the going up. Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young (let Israel now say);

2 Many a time, have they harassed me from youth, yet have they not prevailed against me.

Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young, but my troubles have not overcome me.

3 Upon my back, have ploughmen ploughed, They have lengthened their furrow!

The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.

4 Yahweh, is righteous, He hath cut asunder the cords of the lawless.

The Lord is true: the cords of the evil-doers are broken in two.

5 Let all who hate Zion, be ashamed and shrink back:

Let all the haters of Zion be shamed and turned back.

6 Let them become like the grass of housetops, which, before it is pulled up, hath withered;

Let them be like the grass on the house-tops, which is dry before it comes to full growth.

7 Wherewith no reaper, hath filled his hand, nor binder, his bosom:

He who gets in the grain has no use for it; and they do not make bands of it for the grain-stems.

8 Neither have the passers-by ever said, The blessing of Yahweh, be unto you, —We have blessed you in the Name of Yahweh.

And those who go by do not say, The blessing of the Lord be on you; we give you blessing in the name of the Lord.