Psalm 129

They have oppressed me from my youth—

Let Israèl now make this known—

They have oppressed me from my youth;

Yet I have not been overthrown.

They drew their ploughs across my back;

The ploughmen made their furrows long.

The LORD is just; he cut me free

From cords of those who did me wrong.

May all who hate Jerusalem

Be put to shame and turned away.

May they, like grass upon the roof,

Not grow, but wither and decay.

Such grass can fill no reaper’s hands;

The gatherer has no reward.

May passers-by not say to them:

“We wish you blessing from the LORD!”