Psalms 129

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

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

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

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

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

The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

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

Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

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

Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

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

Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

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

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

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.

Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!