Psalms.
Chapter 129.
A Song of the going up. Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young (let Israel now say); 
Great have been my troubles from the time when I was young, but my troubles have not overcome me. 
The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made. 
The Lord is true: the cords of the evil-doers are broken in two. 
Let all the haters of Zion be shamed and turned back. 
Let them be like the grass on the house-tops, which is dry before it comes to full growth. 
He who gets in the grain has no use for it; and they do not make bands of it for the grain-stems. 
And those who go by do not say, The blessing of the Lord be on you; we give you blessing in the name of the Lord. 
