Psalm 1 29.
A song of degrees.
Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth?
May Israel now say.
Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth?
Yet.
They have not prevailed against me.
The plowers plowed upon my back.
They made long there for us.
The Lord is righteous.
He has cut us under the cords of the wicked.
But the all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.
Let them be as the grass upon the housetops.
Which width of four at growth up.
Where with the mower.
Filleth not his hand nor he, that bind at the sheaves, his bosom.
Neither do they, which go by say the blessing of the Lord be upon you.
We bless you in the name of the Lord.