< Psalms 129 >

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:
The song of greces. Israel seie now; Ofte thei fouyten ayens me fro my yongth.
2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet 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 all be confounded and turned back 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 groweth up:
Be thei maad as the hey of hous coppis; that driede vp, bifore that it be drawun vp.
7 Wherewith the mower 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 which 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.

< Psalms 129 >