Tua Palavra

Protection of the Oppressed
A song of ascents.

|Salmos 129:1| Since my youth they have often attacked me — let Israel say —

|Salmos 129:2| Since my youth they have often attacked me, but they have not prevailed against me. ^a

|Salmos 129:3| Plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long. ^b

|Salmos 129:4| The LORD is righteous; He has cut the ropes of the wicked. ^c

|Salmos 129:5| Let all who hate Zion be driven back in disgrace. ^d

|Salmos 129:6| Let them be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it grows up ¹ ^e

|Salmos 129:7| and can’t even fill the hands of the reaper or the arms of the one who binds sheaves. ^f

|Salmos 129:8| Then none who pass by will say, “May the LORD’s blessing be on you.” We bless you in the name of Yahweh. ^g