Psalms 129

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5 Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

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

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

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

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

Wherewith no reaper, hath filled his hand, nor binder, 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 have the passers-by ever said, The blessing of Yahweh, be unto you, —We have blessed you in the Name of Yahweh.