| Chapter 129 |
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A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:
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Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.
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The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
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The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
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Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.
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Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it groweth up:
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With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom.
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Neither do they who go by, say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.
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