Psalms 129

1 “A psalm of the steps, or the goings up.” Much 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 Much have they afflicted me from my youth, Yet have they not prevailed against me.

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

3 The ploughers ploughed up my back; They made long their furrows;

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

4 But the LORD was righteous; He cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

The `iust Lord schal beete the nollis of synneris;

5 Let all be driven back with shame Who hate Zion!

alle that haten Sion be schent, and turned abak.

6 Let them be as grass upon the house-tops, Which withereth before one pulleth it up;

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

7 With which 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 And they who pass by do not 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.