Psalm 129

A song of ascents.
 ¹ “They have greatly oppressed me from my youth,”
   let Israel say;
² “they have greatly oppressed me from my youth,
   but they have not gained the victory over me.
³ Plowmen have plowed my back
   and made their furrows long.
⁴ But the LORD is righteous;
   he has cut me free from the cords of the wicked.”
 ⁵ May all who hate Zion
   be turned back in shame.
⁶ May they be like grass on the roof,
   which withers before it can grow;
⁷ a reaper cannot fill his hands with it,
   nor one who gathers fill his arms.
⁸ May those who pass by not say to them,
   “The blessing of the LORD be on you;
   we bless you in the name of the LORD.”