Psalms.
Chapter 129.
A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say — 
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! 
