Psalms 129

1 A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

A Song of Degrees. Many a time have they warred against me from my youth, let Israel now say:

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

Many a time have they warred against me from my youth: and yet they prevailed not against me.

3 Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.

The sinners wrought upon my back: they prolonged their iniquity.

4 Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.

The righteous Lord has cut asunder the necks of sinners.

5 Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

Let all that hate Sion be put to shame and turned back.

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

Let them be as the grass of the house-tops, which withers before it is plucked up.

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

Wherewith the reaper fills not his hand, nor he that makes up the sheaves, his bosom.

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

Neither do they that go by say, The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.