Psalms 129

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

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

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

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

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

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

4Jehovah <FI>is<Fi> righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.

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:

5Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

5my soul hath hoped in the Lord.

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

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

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

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

8And the passers by have not said, `The blessing of Jehovah <FI>is<Fi> on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'

8And he shall redeem Israel from all his iniquities.