1 Oft they (now Israel may say)
me from my youth assail'd:
2 Oft they assail'd me from my youth,
yet never have prevail'd.
3 Upon my back the plowers plow'd,
and furrowes long did cast:
4 The righteous God hath cut the cords
of wicked foes at last.

5 They that hate me shall be asham'd
and turned back also:
6 And made as grass upon the house,
which withers ere it grow.
7 Whereof the mower cannot find
enough to fill his hand:
Nor can he fill his lap that go'th
to gleane upon the land.

8 Nor passers by pray God on them
to let his blessing fall:
Nor say we blesse you in the Name,
of God the Lord at all.