Psalm 129.

 1  Oft did they vex me from my youth,
       may Isr'el now declare;
 2  Oft did they vex me from my youth,
       yet not victorious were.

 3  The plowers plowed upon my back;
       they long their furrows drew.
 4  The righteous Lord did cut the cords
       of the ungodly crew.

 5  Let Zion's haters all be turned
       back with confusion.
 6  As grass on houses' tops be they,
       which fades ere it be grown:

 7  Whereof enough to fill his hand
       the mower cannot find;
    Nor can the man his bosom fill,
       whose work is sheaves to bind.

 8  Neither say they who do go by,
       God's blessing on you rest:
    We in the name of God the Lord
       do wish you to be blest.



 

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