Psalms 129 (FBV)
undefined A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. 1 Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say: 2 Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me. 3 They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been plowed by a farmer. 4 But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked. 5 May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat. 6 May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested, 7 There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind. 8 May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”