Open English Translation PSA Chapter 129

129 A song for walking uphill to Yerushalem.

129 Let Yisra’el (Israel) say:

“My enemies have attacked me often since my youth.

2 Yes, often since my youth they’ve attacked me,

yet they haven’t defeated me.

3 Their ploughmen ploughed on my back—

they made their furrows long.

4 Yahweh is righteous.

He’s cut the ropes of the wicked.”[fn]

5 May all those who hate Tsiyyon (Zion)

be humiliated and turned back.

6 May they be like the grass that sprouts up on a roof

then dries up and dies before it can grow tall,

7 so it’s no use to the harvester

or to the person tying up the bundles of grain.

8 May no one who’s passing by say to those haters of Tsiyyon,

“May Yahweh’s blessing be on you all,”

or, “We bless you all in Yahweh’s name.”