Psalms 129

A Song of degrees.

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

The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!