📖 Psalms 129
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A song of degrees. They haue often times afflicted me from my youth (may Israel nowe say)
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They haue often times afflicted me fro my youth: but they could not preuaile against me.
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The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.
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But the righteous Lorde hath cut the cordes of the wicked.
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They that hate Zion, shalbe all ashamed and turned backward.
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They shalbe as the grasse on the house tops, which withereth afore it commeth forth.
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Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither the glainer his lap:
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Neither they, which go by, say, The blessing of the Lord be vpon you, or, We blesse you in the Name of the Lord.