Psalms 129:1
A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:
Psalms 129:2
Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.
Psalms 129:3
Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.
Psalms 129:4
Jehovah is righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.
Psalms 129:5
Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.
Psalms 129:6
They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,
Psalms 129:7
That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.
Psalms 129:8
And the passers by have not said, `The blessing of Jehovah is on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'