Psalms 129

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

1 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

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

2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

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

3 The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

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:

4 Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

5my soul hath hoped in the Lord.

5 Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

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

6 Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

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

7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

8And he shall redeem Israel from all his iniquities.

8 Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!