Psalms 129

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The `iust Lord schal beete the nollis of synneris;

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

alle that haten Sion be schent, and turned abak.

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

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

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

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 they, which go by, say, The blessing of the Lord be vpon you, or, We blesse 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.