The Book of Psalms

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say:

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

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

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

Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.

Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,

with which the reaper doesn’t fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

Neither do those who go by say, “The blessing of the LORD be on you. We bless you in the LORD’s name.”