129:1 A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

129:2 Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

129:3 Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.

129:4 Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.

129:5 Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

129:6 They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,

129:7 That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.