Psalms 129

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.