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A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say (129:1) Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me (129:2) The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows (129:3) The Lord is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked (129:4) Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion (129:5) Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up (129:6) Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom (129:7) Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we bless you in the name of the Lord
(129:8)
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