Catholic Commentary on Psalm 129

"They have greatly oppressed me from my youth, but they have not gained the victory over me." (Psalm 129:2)

The Community That Endures

Psalm 129 is the testimony of a community that has survived sustained persecution. They have greatly oppressed me from my youth, but they have not gained the victory over me. The "me" is collective Israel, the community that has been attacked from its earliest days and has not been destroyed. The ploughers ploughed upon the back of the psalmist, they made long their furrows, but the LORD who is righteous cut the cords of the wicked. The suffering is real and the wounds are deep. But the cords that bound the community have been cut by God.

The psalm ends with imprecatory wishes against those who hate Zion, expressed in the image of grass on the rooftop: let them be like rooftop grass, which withers before it can grow, which no harvester fills their hands with and no one carrying sheaves can say of it, the blessing of the LORD be upon you. The contrast with the harvest imagery of Psalm 126 is sharp: the persecutors of God's people will wither on the rooftop while those they oppressed will reap abundant sheaves. The Catechism presents the perseverance of the Church through suffering as a sign of its divine origin and protection (CCC 812).

Living the Word

Brothers and sisters, the Church has been greatly oppressed from her youth and has not been destroyed. Two thousand years of persecution, heresy, internal scandal, and external opposition have not gained the victory over her. Remember this when the present difficulties feel overwhelming. They have not gained the victory. They will not.

Prayer

Lord God, you cut the cords of the wicked who bound your people. The Church has been greatly oppressed from her youth and has not been destroyed, because you are righteous. Continue to guard her through every opposition and give your people the endurance of those who know the cords cannot hold. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.

129
The Cords of the Wicked
A song of ascents.
 
Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth—
let Israel now declare—
many a time they have persecuted me from my youth,
but they have not prevailed against me.
The plowmen plowed over my back;
they made their furrows long.
The LORD is righteous;
He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.
 
May all who hate Zion
be turned back in shame.
May they be like grass on the rooftops,
which withers before it can grow,
unable to fill the hands of the reaper,
or the arms of the binder of sheaves.
May none who pass by say to them,
“The blessing of the LORD be on you;
we bless you in the name of the LORD.”