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A song for going up to the Temple.

129 All my life enemies have attacked me.
    Say it again, Israel.
All my life enemies have attacked me,
    but they have never defeated me.
They beat me until I had deep cuts.
    My back looked like a freshly plowed field.
But the Lord does what is right;
    he cut the ropes and set me free from those wicked people.
May those who hate Zion be put to shame.
    May they be stopped and chased away.
They will be like grass on a flat roof
    that dies before it has time to grow.
The one who goes to harvest it
    will not find enough to cut and stack.
May no one walking by those wicked people ever say,
    “May the Lord bless you!
    We bless you in the name of the Lord.”

Psalm 129

A song of ascents.

“They have greatly oppressed(A) me from my youth,”(B)
    let Israel say;(C)
“they have greatly oppressed me from my youth,
    but they have not gained the victory(D) over me.
Plowmen have plowed my back
    and made their furrows long.
But the Lord is righteous;(E)
    he has cut me free(F) from the cords of the wicked.”(G)

May all who hate Zion(H)
    be turned back in shame.(I)
May they be like grass on the roof,(J)
    which withers(K) before it can grow;
a reaper cannot fill his hands with it,(L)
    nor one who gathers fill his arms.
May those who pass by not say to them,
    “The blessing of the Lord be on you;
    we bless you(M) in the name of the Lord.”