PS-129:1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me 
from my youth,

may Israel now say:

PS-129:2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet 
they have not

prevailed against me.

PS-129:3 The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their 
furrows.

PS-129:4 The LORD [is] righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords 
of the wicked.



PS-129:5 Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate 
Zion.

PS-129:6 Let them be as the grass [upon] the housetops, which 
withereth afore

it groweth up:

PS-129:7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that 
bindeth sheaves

his bosom.

PS-129:8 Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the 
LORD [be] upon

you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.



 

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