| Chapter 129 |
1 |
A Song of the Ascents. 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 |
Yehovah is righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked. |
5 |
Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion. |
6 |
They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth, |
7 |
That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves. |
8 |
And the passers by have not said, `The blessing of Yehovah is on you, We blessed you in the Name of Yehovah!` |