Psalm 129

A pilgrimage song.

1 From youth, people have constantly attacked me— let Israel now repeat!—
2 from youth people have constantly attacked me— but they haven't beaten me!
3 They plowed my back like farmers; they made their furrows deep.
4 But the LORD is righteous— God cut me free from the ropes of the wicked!
5 Let everyone who hates Zion be ashamed, thoroughly frustrated.
6 Let them be like grass on a roof that dies before it can be pulled up,
7 which won't fill the reaper's hand or fill the harvester's arms.
8 Let no one who passes by say to them: "May the LORD's blessing be on you! We bless you in the LORD's name!"