PsalmsChapter 129

A song of ascents. Many a time they have oppressed me from my youth—let Israel now say—
many a time they have oppressed me from my youth, yet they have not prevailed against me.
Plowmen plowed across my back; they cut their furrows long.
But the LORD is righteous; he has cut the ropes of the wicked.
Let all who hate Zion be put to shame and driven back.
Let them be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it is ever pulled up,
which never fills the reaper's hand or the arms of the one who binds the sheaves.
And no one passing by says, "The blessing of the LORD be upon you; we bless you in the name of the LORD."