Psalms 129

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

A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth— let Israel now declare—

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

many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me.

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

The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.

4 The `iust Lord schal beete the nollis of synneris;

The LORD is righteous; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.

5 alle that haten Sion be schent, and turned abak.

May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.

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

May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,

7 Of which hei he that schal repe, schal not fille his hond; and he that schal gadere hondfullis, schal not fille his bosum.

unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves.

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

May none who pass by say to them, “The blessing of the LORD be on you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.”