1 Oft they, now Israel may say,
me from my youth assail'd;
Oft they assail'd me from my youth,
yet never have prevail'd.
2 Upon my back the plowers plow'd,
and furrows long did cast:
The righteous Lord hath cut the cords
of wicked men at last.
3 They that hate me shall be asham'd
and turned back also,
And made as grass upon the house,
which withers ere it grow:
4 Whereof the mower cannot find
enough to fill his hand;
Nor can he fill his lap that goes
to glean upon the land.
5 Nor passers by pray God on them
to let his blessing fall;
Nor say, We bless you in his Name,
who is Lord over all.
Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #CXXIX