1 Oft did they vex me from my youth,may Isr'el now declare;
2 Oft did they vex me from my youth,yet not victorious were.
3 The plowers plow'd upon my back;they long their furrows drew.
4 The righteous Lord did cut the cordsof the ungodly crew.
5 Let Sion's haters all be turn'dback with confusion.
6 As grass on houses' tops be they,which fades ere it be grown:
7 Whereof enough to fill his handthe mower cannot find;Nor can the man his bosom fill,whose work is sheaves to bind.
8 Neither say they who do go by,God's blessing on you rest:We in the name of Godthe Lord do wish you to be blest.