Psalmi 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. 3Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows. 4Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked. 5Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion. 6They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth, 7That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.