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[a]May they be like grass on the rooftops
    that withers before it can be plucked,
so that it can never fill the hands of the reapers
    or the arms of the binders of sheaves.
May those who pass by never cry out,
    “The blessing of the Lord be upon you!
    We bless you in the name of the Lord.”

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 129:6 May God make the wicked suffer the same fate as the grass that sprouts in the protective coating of clay covering roofs (see 2 Ki 19:26; Isa 37:27), which the dry and burning desert wind brutally withers up or men hastily root out. Just as this grass is taken up neither by the reaper nor by the sower, so may God cause the enemies of Israel, once beaten, to find no one to gather them or lift them up, no ally or reaper to whom others would wish success in his task with the cry, “The Lord be with you,” traditionally addressed by passersby to the harvesters who in turn would respond in kind: “The Lord bless you” (see Ru 2:4). May they thus be a wasted growth.