Psalms 129

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

[A Song of Ascents.] Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say,

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

many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.

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

The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.

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

The LORD is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.

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

Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who 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 on the housetops, which withers before it grows 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.

with which the reaper doesn't fill his hand, nor he who binds 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 those who go by say, "The blessing of the LORD be on you. We bless you in the name of the LORD."