Psalms 129

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

1Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

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

2Many 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.

3The plowers plowed 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:

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

5my soul hath hoped in the Lord.

5Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

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

6Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:

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

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

8And he shall redeem Israel from all his iniquities.

8Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we bless you in the name of the Lord.