תהילים קכ״טPsalms 129

A song of ascents.
Since my youth they have often assailed me,
let Israel now declare,

since my youth they have often assailed me,
but they have never overcome me.

Plowers plowed across my back;
they made long furrows.

GOD, the righteous one,
has snapped the cords of the wicked.

Let all who hate Zion
fall back in disgrace.

Let them be like grass on roofs
that fades before it can be pulled up,

that affords no handful for the reaper,
no armful for the gatherer of sheaves,

no exchange with passersby:
“GOD’s blessing be upon you.”
“We bless you by GOD’s name.”