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 afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

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

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

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

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

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

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

5 Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

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

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

Let them be as the grass [upon] the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth 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 bindeth 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 which go by say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.