Psalm 129
A song of ascents.
1 “They have greatly oppressed me from my youth,”
let Israel say;
2 “they have greatly oppressed me from my youth,
but they have not gained the victory over me.
3 Plowmen have plowed my back
and made their furrows long.
4 But the Lord is righteous;
he has cut me free from the cords of the wicked.”
5 May all who hate Zion
be turned back in shame.
6 May they be like grass on the roof,
which withers before it can grow;
7 a reaper cannot fill his hands with it,
nor one who gathers fill his arms.
8 May those who pass by not say to them,
“The blessing of the Lord be on you;
we bless you in the name of the Lord.”
I am the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob
May you come to know me as Friend and the author of your Salvation
See you have stayed the course
You enemy has not prevailed
O God, thwart the bread basket of those who hate you
Let their crops fail, in shallow ground let them sow their seed
where none can reap or harvest.
Let those that despise the living God be cursed with failure upon failure
Let none grant them a good report
Let none speak comfort or blessing but let them be cast down to shame
I am the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob
See, I have made a new covenant with my people
No longer shall you curse your enemy
But see, now I tell you
Seek the best of your fellow man whether he is good or bad.
For I have bought back man's dominion with a heavy price
Now, Friend of God most high
Seek the best for your enemy and do good to those who hate you
Amen