Psalms 129:1-8

¹A song of degrees. They haue often times afflicted me from my youth (may Israel nowe say)

²They haue often times afflicted me from my youth: but they could not preuaile against me.

³The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.

⁴But the righteous Lord hath cut the cordes of the wicked.

⁵They that hate Zion, shalbe all ashamed and turned backward.

⁶They shalbe as the grasse on the house tops, which withereth afore it commeth forth.

⁷Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither the glainer his lap:

⁸Neither they, which go by, say, The blessing of the Lord be vpon you, or, We blesse you in the Name of the Lord.