Psalms 128

¹A gradual Canticle. Often have they impugned me from my youth, let Israel now say:

²Often have they impugned me from my youth: but they have not prevailed against me.

³Sinners have builded upon my back: they have prolonged their iniquity.

⁴Our just Lord will cut the necks of sinners:

⁵let them all be confounded and turned backward, that hate Sion.

⁶Let them be made as grass in the tops of houses: which is withered before it be plucked up.

⁷Whereof the reaper hath not filled his hand, and he that gathereth the sheaves his bosom.

⁸And they said not that passed by: The blessing of our Lord be upon you: we have blessed you in the name of our Lord.