A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. 129 1From my earliest youth my enemies have persecuted me. Let all Israel repeat this: 2From my earliest youth my enemies have persecuted me, but they have never defeated me. 3My back is covered with cuts, as if a farmer had plowed long furrows. 4But the Lord is good; He has cut me free from the ropes of the ungodly.   5May all who hate Jerusalem[O] be turned back in shameful defeat. 6May they be as useless as grass on a rooftop, turning yellow when only half grown, 7ignored by the harvester, despised by the binder. 8And may those who pass by refuse to give them this blessing: “The Lord bless you; we bless you in the Lord’s name.”
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