3They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.
4But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.
5May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.
6May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,
7There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.
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Psalms 129
Psalms 129:3-7