Psalms 129

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

A Canticle in steps. They have often fought against me from my youth, let Israel now say:

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

they have often fought against me from my youth, yet they could not prevail over me.

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

The sinners have made fabrications behind my back. They have prolonged their iniquity.

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

The just Lord will cut the necks of sinners.

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

Let all those who hate Zion be confounded and turned backwards.

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

Let them be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can be pulled up:

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

with it, he who reaps does not fill his hand and he who gathers sheaves does not fill 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.

And those who were passing by have not said to them: “The blessing of the Lord be upon you. We have blessed you in the name of the Lord.”