الْمَزْمُورُ
الْمِئَةُ وَالتَّاسِعُ وَالْعِشْرُونَ

 

Psalm
129

A Song of degrees.

1
Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

2
Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed
against me.

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

4
The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

5
Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

6
Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth
up:

7
Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his
bosom.

8
Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless
you in the name of the LORD.