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Psalm 129

A song for those journeying to worship.

This is not the first time my enemies assaulted me;
    they have often attacked me since I was young.”
So let Israel now proclaim,
This is not the first time my enemies assaulted me;
    they have attacked me since I was young,
    and yet they have not been able to overpower me.
The plowers plowed over me;
    they plowed their furrows deep and long down my back.”
The Eternal is just.
    He’s severed the bindings of the wicked so they can’t hurt me anymore.
May all who despise Zion
    hang their heads in shame.
    May all who despise Zion recoil and run away.
Let them grow like grass upon rooftops
    that withers and dies in the sun long before it has time to grow,
Unfit to be harvested by the worker,
    not worthy of the effort to carry off to the binder.
Unwanted, uncared for—no passersby to greet them, no one to say,
    “May the favor of the Eternal be upon you;
We bless you in His name.”

Psalm 129

A song of ascents.

“They have greatly oppressed(A) me from my youth,”(B)
    let Israel say;(C)
“they have greatly oppressed me from my youth,
    but they have not gained the victory(D) over me.
Plowmen have plowed my back
    and made their furrows long.
But the Lord is righteous;(E)
    he has cut me free(F) from the cords of the wicked.”(G)

May all who hate Zion(H)
    be turned back in shame.(I)
May they be like grass on the roof,(J)
    which withers(K) before it can grow;
a reaper cannot fill his hands with it,(L)
    nor one who gathers fill his arms.
May those who pass by not say to them,
    “The blessing of the Lord be on you;
    we bless you(M) in the name of the Lord.”