Psalms 129

1 The song of the steares. Many tyme haue they foughte agaynst me fro my youth vp (may Israel now saye.) 2 Yea, many a tyme haue they fought gaainst me fro my youth vp, but thei haue not ouercome me. 3 The plowers plowed vpon my backe, & made longe forowes. 4 But the righteous lorde hath hewen the yocke of the vngodly in peces. 5 Let them be confounded & turned backewarde, as many as haue euell will at Syon. 6 Let them be euen as the haye vppon the house toppes, whyche wythereth afore it be pluckte vp. 7 Wherof the mower fylleth not his hande, neither he that byndeth vp the sheaues, hys bosome. 8 So 'fet they which go by, saye not so much as: 'fee Lord prospere you, we wish you good lucke in the name of the Lord.