Ps 129:1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

Ps 129:2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.

Ps 129:3 The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

Ps 129:4 The LORD [is] righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Ps 129:5 Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

Ps 129:6 Let them be as the grass [upon] the house-tops, which withereth before it groweth up:

Ps 129:7 With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom.

Ps 129:8 Neither do they who go by, say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.