Chapter 129

A Song of the Ascents.

1

Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

2

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

3

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

4

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

5

Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

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

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

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