Psalms 129

1 A Song of Ascents. Many a time, have they harassed me from my youth, well may Israel say:

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

2 Many a time, have they harassed me from youth, yet have they not prevailed against me.

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

3 Upon my back, have ploughmen ploughed, They have lengthened their furrow!

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

4 Yahweh, is righteous, He hath cut asunder the cords of the lawless.

The `iust Lord schal beete the nollis of synneris;

5 Let all who hate Zion, be ashamed and shrink back:

alle that haten Sion be schent, and turned abak.

6 Let them become like the grass of housetops, which, before it is pulled up, hath withered;

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

7 Wherewith no reaper, hath filled his hand, nor binder, 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 have the passers-by ever said, The blessing of Yahweh, be unto you, —We have blessed you in the Name of Yahweh.

And thei that passiden forth seiden not, The blessing of the Lord be on you; we blessiden you in the name of the Lord.