129 All my life enemies have attacked me.
    Say it again, Israel.
² All my life enemies have attacked me,
    but they have never defeated me.
³ They beat me until I had deep cuts.
    My back looked like a freshly plowed field.
⁴ But the Lord does what is right;
    he cut the ropes and set me free from those wicked people.
⁵ May those who hate Zion be put to shame.
    May they be stopped and chased away.
⁶ They will be like grass on a flat roof
    that dies before it has time to grow.
⁷ The one who goes to harvest it
    will not find enough to cut and stack.
⁸ May no one walking by those wicked people ever say,
    “May the Lord bless you!
    We bless you in the name of the Lord.”