Psalms 129

1A gradual canticle. Out of the depths I have cried to thee, O Lord:

1 Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young (let Israel now say);

2Lord, hear my voice. Let thy ears be attentive to the voice of my supplication.

2Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young, but my troubles have not overcome me.

3If thou, O Lord, wilt mark iniquities: Lord, who shall stand it.

3The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.

4For with thee there is merciful forgiveness: and by reason of thy law, I have waited for thee, O Lord. My soul hath relied on his word:

4The Lord is true: the cords of the evil-doers are broken in two.

5my soul hath hoped in the Lord.

5Let all the haters of Zion be shamed and turned back.

6From the morning watch even until night, let Israel hope in the Lord.

6Let them be like the grass on the house-tops, which is dry before it comes to full growth.

7Because with the Lord there is mercy: and with him plentiful redemption.

7He who gets in the grain has no use for it; and they do not make bands of it for the grain-stems.

8And he shall redeem Israel from all his iniquities.

8And those who go by do not say, The blessing of the Lord be on you; we give you blessing in the name of the Lord.