PSALM 2029

Prayer for the Overthrow of Israel's Foes

A song of ascents.

1 Much have they oppressed me from my youth,
now let Israel say.

2 Much have they oppressed me from my youth,
yet they have not prevailed.

3 Upon my back the plowers plowed,
as they traced their long furrows.

4 But the just LORD cut me free from the ropes of the yoke of the wicked.

5 May they be scattered in disgrace, all who hate Zion.

6 May they be like grass on the rooftops withered in early growth,

7 Never to fill the reaper's hands,
nor the arms of the binders of sheaves,

8 With none passing by to call out:
"The blessing of the LORD be upon you!
We bless you in the name of the LORD!"