Psalms 129

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

Often have they fought against me from my youth, let Israel now say.

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

Often have they fought against me from my youth: but they could not prevail over me.

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

The wicked have wrought upon my back: they have lengthened their iniquity.

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

The Lord who is just will cut the necks of sinners:

5 Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

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

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

Let them be as grass on the tops of houses: which withered before it be plucked up:

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

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand: nor he that gathereth 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!'

And they that have passed by have not said: The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of the Lord.