A song for the ascent to Jerusalem. From my earliest youth my enemies have persecuted me -- let Israel now say --
from my earliest youth my enemies have persecuted me, but they have never been able to finish me off.
My back is covered with cuts, as if a farmer had plowed long furrows.
But the LORD is good; he has cut the cords used by the ungodly to bind me.
May all who hate Jerusalem be turned back in shameful defeat.
References for Psalms 129:5
May they be as useless as grass on a rooftop, turning yellow when only half grown,