129:1  A Song of Ascents. "Sorely have they afflicted me from my youth," let Israel now say--

129:2  "Sorely have they afflicted me from my youth, yet they have not prevailed against me.

129:3  The plowers plowed upon my back; they made long their furrows."

129:4  The LORD is righteous; he has cut the cords of the wicked.

129:5  May all who hate Zion be put to shame and turned backward!

129:6  Let them be like the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,

129:7  with which the reaper does not fill his hand or the binder of sheaves his bosom,

129:8  while those who pass by do not say, "The blessing of the LORD be upon you! We bless you in the