Psalms.
Chapter 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 house-tops, which withereth before it groweth up: 
With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom. 
Neither do they who go by, say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD. 
