129 “Sorely have they afflicted me from my youth,”
    let Israel now say—
² “Sorely 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 has cut the cords of the wicked.
⁵ May all who hate Zion
    be put to shame and turned backward!
⁶ Let them be like the grass on the housetops,
    which withers before it grows up,
⁷ with which the reaper does not fill his hand
    or the binder of sheaves his bosom,
⁸ while those who pass by do not say,
    “The blessing of the Lord be upon you!
    We bless you in the name of the Lord!”