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 withers as the plucker looks on,
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!