A Song of Degrees

Verse 1

Now from my youth may Isra'l say, Oft have they me assail'd.

Verse 2

They me assail'd oft from my youth, Yet not o'er me prevail'd.

Verse 3

The plowers plow'd upon my back, Their furrows long did make.

Verse 4

The righteous Lord the wicked's cords Did all asunder brake.

Verse 5

Let all that Sion hate be sham'd, At once turn'd back also

Verse 6

As grass on houses tops be they, That fades e'er up it grow.

Verse 7

Whereof enough to fill his hand, The mower doth not find: Nor therewith he his bosom fills, That up the sheaves doth bind,

Verse 8

Nor do they say that pass by them God's blessing on you be. Unto you in Jehovah's name, A biesing wish do we.