A Song of degrees.
1 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:* 129.1 Many…: or, Much2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.* 129.2 Many…: or, Much3 The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows. 4 The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked. 5 Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion. 6 Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up: 7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom. 8 Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.