Psalms 129

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 A song of ascents. Much have they oppressed me from my youth, now let Israel say.	1 A Canticle in steps. From the depths, I have cried out to you, O Lord.
2 Much have they oppressed me from my youth, yet they have not prevailed.	2 O Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to the voice of my supplication.
3 Upon my back the plowers plowed, as they traced their long furrows.	3 If you, O Lord, were to heed iniquities, who, O Lord, could persevere?
4 But the just LORD cut me free from the ropes of the yoke of the wicked.	4 For with you, there is forgiveness, and because of your law, I persevered with you, Lord. My soul has persevered in his word.
5 May they be scattered in disgrace, all who hate Zion.	5 My soul has hoped in the Lord.
6 May they be like grass on the rooftops withered in early growth,	6 From the morning watch, even until night, let Israel hope in the Lord.
7 Never to fill the reaper's hands, nor the arms of the binders of sheaves,	7 For with the Lord there is mercy, and with him there is bountiful redemption.
8 With none passing by to call out: "The blessing of the LORD be upon you! We bless you in the name of the LORD!"	8 And he will redeem Israel from all his iniquities.