| Chapter 129 |
1 | {A Song of degrees.} Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth -- oh let Israel say --
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2 | Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.
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3 | The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.
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4 | Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
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5 | Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;
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6 | Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,
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7 | Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;
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8 | Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!
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