psalm_Chapter 129

Let Israel say, Since my youth, my enemies have repeatedly afflicted me,

Since my childhood, the enemy has repeatedly persecuted me, but they have not defeated me.

Just like the one who supports the plow on my back, the plow furrows are very long.

The Lord is righteous. He cut off the ropes of the wicked.

May those who hate Zion be ashamed and retreat.

May they be like the grass on the roof, withering before it grows.

Not enough has been harvested, and not enough has been tied.

Those who pass by will not say, May the blessing of the Lord be upon you. We bless you in the name of the Lord.