Psalm 129



Psalm 129






*A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem.





1 From my earliest youth my enemies have persecuted me. Let all Israel repeat this:




2 From my earliest youth my enemies have persecuted me, but they have never defeated me.




3 My back is covered with cuts, as if a farmer had plowed long furrows.







4 But the Lord is good; he has cut me free from the ropes of the ungodly.




5 May all who hate Jerusalem be turned back in shameful defeat.










6 May they be as useless as grass on a rooftop, turning yellow when only half grown,




7 ignored by the harvester, despised by the binder.








8 And may those who pass by refuse to give them this blessing: “The Lord bless you; we bless you in the Lord’s name.”





Love, your servant Garrett