The Book of Psalms, Chapter 129, Verse 1

[It is] vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: [for] so he giveth his beloved sleep.

Lo, children [are] an heritage of the LORD: [and] the fruit of the womb [is his] reward.

As arrows [are] in the hand of a mighty man; so [are] children of the youth.

Happy [is] the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.

A Song of degrees. Blessed [is] every one that feareth the LORD; that walketh in his ways.

For thou shalt eat the labour of thine hands: happy [shalt] thou [be], and [it shall be] well with thee.

Thy wife [shall be] as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house: thy children like olive plants round about thy table.

Behold, that thus shall the man be blessed that feareth the LORD.

The LORD shall bless thee out of Zion: and thou shalt see the good of Jerusalem all the days of thy life.

Yea, thou shalt see thy children's children, [and] peace upon Israel.

King James Version

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

American Standard Version

[A Song of Ascents]. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth up, Let Israel now say,

New English Translation

A song of ascents.“Since my youth they have often attacked me,” let Israel say.

World English Bible

Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say,

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.

The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

The LORD [is] righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

Let them be as the grass [upon] the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.

A Song of degrees. Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O LORD.

Lord, hear my voice: let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications.

If thou, LORD, shouldest mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?