Psalm 129

FUll often since my youth, may Isr'el say,
Full often since my youth, they mee assailed;
And, still, without successe they went away: (trailed,
Yea on my back, their ploughs, the ploughers
And, on the same, long furrowes ploughed they.

The Lord, (who is a perfect Righteous-one)
The Cords of wicked men in peeces breaketh.
And, Syons foes, shall quite be overthrowne,
Ev'n like that grasse, which root on houses taketh,
And, fades away, before it ripe is growne.

For, nor his Armefull, nor his handful, there,
Remaines for him that bindes, or him that moweth,
Nor is there any high-way Passenger,
Who, there, is blessing, in God's Name bestoweth.
Or, doth so much, as, bidd them well to fare.