Psalms 129
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Psalm 129
A song to sing as we climb.
A prayer against cruel enemies
1Since I was young, my enemies have often attacked me.
Israel's people now answer:
2‘They have often attacked me since I was young,
but they have not won against me.
3They hit my back with whips.
They made long marks on it,
like farmers who are ploughing their fields.
4But the Lord is righteous.
He has made me free from those cruel people.’
5I pray that everyone who hates Zion's people will be ashamed.
Then they will have to turn around and go back.
6May they be useless, like grass that grows on a roof.
It dies before it can grow tall!
7A gardener cannot use it.
A farmer will not keep it. #129:7 The grass quickly dies because there is no earth on a roof. Because of that, there will be no fruit that the gardener or the farmer can use.
8People who go past will not say to them,
‘We will ask the Lord to bless you!’
Nobody will say to those who hate Zion's people,
‘Receive our blessing in the name of the Lord!’
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