Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.
Psalm 129:7 belongs to the Psalms of Ascent, songs chanted by pilgrims as they approached Jerusalem and its temple. It pictures a scanty, unsuccessful harvest in which the mower gathers too little to fill his hand and the binder of sheaves too little to fill his arms. The harvested grain is meager, so meager that the mower cannot gather a handful and the binder cannot fill his arms with sheaves.
It pictures the wicked as grass that withers before it can be harvested, yielding nothing for the mower to gather or for the binder of sheaves to carry. Their defeat is fruitless, like a crop that never grows enough to harvest.
Psalm 129:7 belongs to the Psalms of Ascent, songs chanted by pilgrims as they approached Jerusalem and its temple. It pictures a scanty, unsuccessful harvest in which the mower gathers too little to fill his hand and the binder of sheaves too little to fill his arms. The harvested grain is meager, so meager that the mower cannot gather a handful and the binder cannot fill his arms with sheaves.
It pictures the wicked as grass that withers before it can be harvested, yielding nothing for the mower to gather or for the binder of sheaves to carry. Their defeat is fruitless, like a crop that never grows enough to harvest.