1. Oft did they vex me from my youth,may Isr'el now declare;
2. Oft did they vex me from my youth,yet not victorious were.
3. The plowers plow'd upon my back;they long their furrows drew.
4. The righteous Lord did cut the cordsof the ungodly crew.
5. Let Sion's haters all be turn'dback with confusion.
6. As grass on houses' tops be they,which fades ere it be grown:
7. Whereof enough to fill his handthe mower cannot find;Nor can the man his bosom fill,whose work is sheaves to bind.