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A song to sing as we climb.

129 Since I was young, my enemies have often attacked me.
Israel's people now answer:
‘They have often attacked me since I was young,
    but they have not won against me.
They hit my back with whips.
They made long marks on it,
    like farmers who are ploughing their fields.
But the Lord is righteous.
    He has made me free from those cruel people.’

I pray that everyone who hates Zion's people will be ashamed.
    Then they will have to turn around and go back.
May they be useless, like grass that grows on a roof.
    It dies before it can grow tall!
A gardener cannot use it.
    A farmer will not keep it.[a]
People that go past will not say to them,
    ‘We will ask the Lord to bless you!’
Nobody will say to those who hate Zion's people,
    ‘Receive our blessing in the name of the Lord!’

Footnotes

  1. 129:7 The grass quickly dies because there is no earth on a roof. Because of that, there will be no fruit. So the gardener and the farmer have nothing that they can use.

Psalm 129

A song of ascents.

“They have greatly oppressed(A) me from my youth,”(B)
    let Israel say;(C)
“they have greatly oppressed me from my youth,
    but they have not gained the victory(D) over me.
Plowmen have plowed my back
    and made their furrows long.
But the Lord is righteous;(E)
    he has cut me free(F) from the cords of the wicked.”(G)

May all who hate Zion(H)
    be turned back in shame.(I)
May they be like grass on the roof,(J)
    which withers(K) before it can grow;
a reaper cannot fill his hands with it,(L)
    nor one who gathers fill his arms.
May those who pass by not say to them,
    “The blessing of the Lord be on you;
    we bless you(M) in the name of the Lord.”