Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time 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 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.

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

3 The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

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

4 The LORD [is] righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

The `iust Lord schal beete the nollis of synneris;

5 Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

alle that haten Sion be schent, and turned abak.

6 Let them be as the grass [upon] the house-tops, which withereth before it groweth up:

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

7 With which the mower 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 Neither do they who go by, 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.