Psalms 129
Chapter 129 of 150
1 Against Israel’s Enemies. A song of ascents. Viciously have they attacked me from my youth, let Israel say now.
2 Viciously have they attacked me from my youth, yet they have not prevailed against me.
3 Upon my back the plowers plowed, as they traced their long furrows.
4 But the just Lord cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.
5 May they recoil in disgrace, all who hate Zion.
6 May they be like grass on the rooftops withered in early growth,
7 Never to fill the reaper’s hands, nor the arms of the binders of sheaves,
8 And with none passing by to call out: “The blessing of the Lord be upon you! We bless you in the name of the Lord!”