Psalm 129

Oft from my early youth have they
Afflicted me, may Israel say:
Oft from my early youth assaild;
As oft have their endeavours fail'd.
My backe with long deepe furrowes wound;
As Plow-shares teare the patient ground.
The ever Just hath broke their bands,
And sav'd me from their cruell hands.
Let Sions Foes with infamy
Be clothed, and untimely die.
Be they like Corne on Houses tops,
Which Reapers sickle never crops,
Nor Binder in his bosome beares:
But withers still before it eares.
No Travailer their labours blesse,
Nor say, We wish you good successe.