A Song of Ascents.
[129:1] “Greatly have they afflicted me from my youth”— let Israel now say—
[129:2] “Greatly 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 nor the binder of sheaves his arms,
[129:8] nor do those who pass by say, “The blessing of the Lord be upon you! We bless you in the name of the Lord!”