PSALM 129

¹A song of ascents.

    Much they beset me from my youth

          —let Israel now say—

    ²much they beset me from my youth,

          yet they did not prevail over me.

    ³My back the harrowers harrowed,

          they drew a long furrow.

    ⁴The LORD is just.

          He has slashed the bonds of the wicked.

    ⁵May they be shamed and fall back,

          all the haters of Zion.

    ⁶May they be like the grass on rooftops

          that the east wind withers,

    ⁷with which no reaper fills his hand,

          no binder of sheaves his bosom,

    ⁸and no passersby say, “The LORD’s blessing upon you!

          We bless you in the name of the LORD.”