Psalms 129 — FBV

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem.

129Verse 1Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:
^{Verse 2}Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.
^{Verse 3}They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been plowed by a farmer.
^{Verse 4}But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.
^{Verse 5}May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.
^{Verse 6}May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,
^{Verse 7}There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.^{+
Verse 8}May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”