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Psalm 129

No Blessing

A song of the ascents.

They Have Greatly Afflicted Me

Greatly they have afflicted me from my youth—
let Israel say—
greatly they have afflicted me from my youth,
yet they have not been able to defeat me.
On my back plowmen have plowed.
They made their furrows long.

They Will Be Suppressed by God

The Lord is righteous.
He has cut the ropes of the wicked to pieces.
Let all who hate Zion be ashamed and turned back.
Let them be like grass on the roof,
    which withers even before it is pulled up.
The reaper cannot fill his hand with it.
The one who binds sheaves cannot fill his arms.
May those who pass by never say,
“The blessing of the Lord be with you.
We bless you in the name of the Lord.”