PSALMS.
Chapter 129.
A song for going up to worship. “From the time I was young, people have attacked me …” (Israel should repeat this.) 
“From the time I was young, people have attacked me, but they have never overpowered me. 
They have plowed my back ⌞like farmers plow fields⌟. They made long slashes ⌞like furrows⌟.” 
The Lord is righteous. He has cut me loose from the ropes that wicked people tied around me. 
Put to shame all those who hate Zion. Force them to retreat. 
Make them be like grass on a roof, like grass that dries up before it produces a stalk. 
It will never fill the barns of those who harvest or the arms of those who gather bundles. 
Those who pass by will never say ⌞to them⌟, “May you be blessed by the Lord” or “We bless you in the name of the Lord.” 
