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129 A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.

Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.

Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,

That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

And the passers by have not said, `The blessing of Jehovah [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'

A Song of Ascents

God Defeats Israel’s Enemies

129 “Since my youth they have often persecuted me,”
    let Israel repeat it,
“Since my youth they have often persecuted me,
    yet they haven’t defeated me.
Wicked people[a] plowed over my back,
    creating long-lasting wounds.”[b]

The Lord is righteous—
    he has cut me free from the cords of the wicked.

Let all who hate Zion
    be turned away and be ashamed.
May they become like a tuft of grass on a roof top,
    that withers before it takes root—
not enough to fill one’s hand
    or to bundle in one’s arms.
And may those who pass by never tell them,
    “May the Lord’s blessing be upon you.
        We bless you in the name of the Lord.”

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 129:3 So LXX DSS 11QPsa; MT reads The ploughman
  2. Psalm 129:3 Or long furrows; LXX reads back; they prolonged their lawlessness

Song of Victory over Zion’s Enemies

A Song of Ascents.

129 “Many a time they have (A)afflicted[a] me from (B)my youth,”
(C)Let Israel now say—
“Many a time they have afflicted me from my youth;
Yet they have not prevailed against me.
The plowers plowed on my back;
They made their furrows long.”
The Lord is righteous;
He has cut in pieces the cords of the wicked.

Let all those who hate Zion
Be put to shame and turned back.
Let them be as the (D)grass on the housetops,
Which withers before it grows up,
With which the reaper does not fill his hand,
Nor he who binds sheaves, his [b]arms.
Neither let those who pass by them say,
(E)“The blessing of the Lord be upon you;
We bless you in the name of the Lord!”

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 129:1 persecuted
  2. Psalm 129:7 armsful, lit. bosom