Psalm 129
Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 From my youth up, may Israel say
they oft have me assailed;
2 Reduced me oft to heavy straits,
but never quite prevailed.
3 They oft have plowed my patient back
with furrows deep and long;
4 But our just God has broke their chains,
and rescued us from wrong.
5 Defeat, confusion, shameful rout
be still the doom of those,
Their righteous doom, who Zion hate
and Zion's God oppose.
6 Like corn upon our houses' tops,
untimely let them fade,
Which too much heat, and want of root,
has blasted in the blade.
7 Which in his arms no reaper takes,
but unregarded leaves;
No binder thinks it worth his pains
to fold it into sheaves.
8 No traveler that passes by
vouchsafes a minute's stop,
To give it one kind look, or crave
Heav'n's blessing on the crop.
