Psalms 129

1 A song of degrees. They haue often times afflicted me from my youth (may Israel nowe say)

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

2 They haue often times afflicted me from my youth: but they could not preuaile against me.

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

3 The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.

The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

4 But the righteous Lord hath cut the cordes of the wicked.

Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

5 They that hate Zion, shalbe all ashamed and turned backward.

Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

6 They shalbe as the grasse on the house tops, which withereth afore it commeth forth.

Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

7 Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither the glainer his lap:

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

8 Neither they, which go by, say, The blessing of the Lord be vpon you, or, We blesse you in the Name of the Lord.

Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!