Psalms 129

1 A Song of Ascents. 'Much have they afflicted me from my youth up', let Israel now say;

The song of greces. Israel seie now; Ofte thei fouyten ayens me fro my yongth.

2 'Much have they afflicted me from my youth up; but they have not prevailed against me.

Ofte thei fouyten ayens me fro my yongthe; and sotheli thei miyten not to me.

3 The plowers plowed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

Synneris forgeden on my bak; thei maden long her wickidnesse.

4 The LORD is righteous; He hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.'

The `iust Lord schal beete the nollis of synneris;

5 Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all they that hate Zion.

alle that haten Sion be schent, and turned abak.

6 Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it springeth up;

Be thei maad as the hey of hous coppis; that driede vp, bifore that it be drawun vp.

7 Wherewith the reaper filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

Of which hei he that schal repe, schal not fille his hond; and he that schal gadere hondfullis, schal not fille his bosum.

8 Neither do they that go by say: 'The blessing of the LORD be upon you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.'

And thei that passiden forth seiden not, The blessing of the Lord be on you; we blessiden you in the name of the Lord.