Psalms

Chapter 128

  1. 1

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

  2. 2

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

  3. 3

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

  4. 4

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

  5. 5

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

  6. 6

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

  7. 7

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

  8. 8

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