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(Song of the goings up.) 129 Ever since my youth they have made plenty of assaults on me, let Israel say; 2 Ever since my youth they have made plenty of assaults on me yet could not master me. 3 Plowmen plowed on my back, plowed a long strip. 4 Jehovah, doer of right, has cut through wrong-doers’ rope; 5 All Sion’s haters come to grief and fall back, 6 Become like roof grass that dries up before it has made a stalk, 7 With which no reaper has filled his hand, no binder his arm, 8 And the passersby have not said “Jehovah’s blessing to you; we bless you in Jehovah’s name.”