Psalms 129

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    A song of ascents. “Since my youth they have often attacked me,” let Israel say.

  2. 2

    “Since my youth they have often attacked me, but they have not defeated me.

  3. 3

    The plowers plowed my back; they made their furrows long.

  4. 4

    The Lord is just; he cut the ropes of the wicked.”

  5. 5

    May all who hate Zion be humiliated and turned back.

  6. 6

    May they be like the grass on the rooftops, which withers before one can even pull it up,

  7. 7

    which cannot fill the reaper’s hand or the lap of the one who gathers the grain.

  8. 8

    Those who pass by will not say, “May you experience the Lord’s blessing! We pronounce a blessing on you in the name of the Lord.”