Psalms 129

1 A Song of Degrees. Many a time have they warred against me from my youth, let Israel now say:

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

2 Many a time have they warred against me from my youth: and yet they prevailed not against me.

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

3 The sinners wrought upon my back: they prolonged their iniquity.

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

4 The righteous Lord has cut asunder the necks of sinners.

The `iust Lord schal beete the nollis of synneris;

5 Let all that hate Sion be put to shame and turned back.

alle that haten Sion be schent, and turned abak.

6 Let them be as the grass of the housetops, which withers before it is plucked up.

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

7 Wherewith the reaper fills not his hand, nor he that makes up the 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 have blessed 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.