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