Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6 Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth before it groweth up:

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

7 With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

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

8 Neither do they who go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.

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