Psalm 129

1A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, || Pray, let Israel say: 2Often they distressed me from my youth, || Yet they have not prevailed over me. 3Plowers have plowed over my back, || They have made their furrows long. 4YHWH [is] righteous, || He has cut apart cords of the wicked. 5All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward. 6They are as grass of the roofs, || That withers before it was drawn out, 7That has not filled the hand of a reaper, || And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.