| Chapter 129 |
1 | A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say: |
2 | Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me. |
3 | Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows. |
4 | Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked. |
5 | Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion. |
6 | They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth, |
7 | That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves. |
8 | And the passers by have not said, 'The blessing of Jehovah [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!' |