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

Psalm 129

A Song of Ascents.

“Often they have afflicted me from my youth,”
    may Israel now say,
“often they have afflicted me from my youth,
    yet they have not prevailed against me.
The plowmen plowed upon my back;
    they made their furrows long.”
The Lord is righteous;
    He has cut the cords of the wicked.

Let all those be shamed
    and turned back who hate Zion.
Let them be as the grass on the housetops,
    which withers before it even grows,
where the reaper is unable to fill his hand,
    or he who binds sheaves, his arms.
Neither do they who pass by say,
    “The blessing of the Lord be upon you;
    we bless you in the name of the Lord!”

La justicia del Señor

Cántico gradual.

129 Muchas han sido mis angustias
desde mi juventud...
—que lo reconozca el pueblo de Israel—,
Muchas han sido mis angustias
desde mi juventud,
pero no lograron vencerme.
Sobre mis espaldas pasaron los arados
y me dejaron profundas huellas,
pero el Señor, que es justo,
me libró de las ataduras de los malvados.

¡Que huyan avergonzados
todos los que odian a Sión!
¡Que sean como la hierba en el tejado,
que se marchita y nunca crece,
que no alcanza a llenar la mano del segador,
ni jamás llega a formar un manojo!
Que nunca le digan los que pasan:
«¡Que el Señor los bendiga!
¡Nosotros los bendecimos en el nombre del Señor!»

Psalm 129

A Song of degrees.

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth,
may Israel now say:
many a time have they afflicted me from my youth:
yet they have not prevailed against me.
The plowers plowed upon my back:
they made long their furrows.
The Lord is righteous:
he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.
Let them be as the grass upon the housetops,
which withereth afore it groweth up:
wherewith the mower filleth not his hand;
nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.
Neither do they which go by say,
The blessing of the Lord be upon you:
we bless you in the name of the Lord.