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