Psalms 129

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

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

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

Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

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

Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

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

YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

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

All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

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

They are as grass of the roofs, That withers before it was drawn out,

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

That has not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a 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.

And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”