Psalms, 128

1. Sore have they beset me even from my youth (let this be Israel’s boast);

2. sore have they beset me even from my youth, but never once outmatched me.

3. I bent my back to the oppressor, and long was the furrow ere the plough turned;

4. but the Lord proved faithful, and cut the bonds of tyranny asunder.

5. Let them be dismayed and routed, all these enemies of Sion.

6. Let them be like the stalks on a house-top, that wither there unharvested;

7. never will they be grasped in the reaper’s hand, or fill the binder’s bosom,

8. no passer-by will say, The Lord’s blessing on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.✻