Psalms
Chapter 129
1
Divine Protection for the Faithful
How they have oppressed me from my youth— let Israel say,
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how they have oppressed me from my youth— they have not put me down.
3
Upon my back, plowers have plowed long and deep furrows.
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But the Lord, who is just, has shattered the yoke of the wicked.
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May all who hate Zion be thrown into confusion.
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May they be like grass in the garden, which withers before you uproot it.
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No reaper sets his hands on it, no one gathers it to fill his arms,
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nor says of them the passersby, “The blessing of the Lord be upon you!” We praise you in the name of the Lord!
Commentaries
129
A field of ripe corn and a bountiful harvest—this is a good illustration of God’s generosity to us, but the harvest comes after hard plowing.
Because our brothers and sisters remain oppressed, we must pray this Psalm.