Psalm
129 Thursday Midday 4
“Much have they oppressed me since my youth,” * let Israel say,
“Much have they oppressed me
since my youth, * but they have not overcome me.
Upon my back the plowmen
plowed; * upon it they made their furrows long.”
May Yahweh the Upright snap * the yoke of the wicked!
May they retreat in disgrace, * all who hate Zion!
May they be like grass on the
housetops, * which in front of the plucker withers away,
so that the reaper cannot
fill his hand, * nor the gatherer of grain collect a load,
nor passers by say, *
“Yahweh's blessing be yours; * We bless you in the name of Yahweh!”
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