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Psalm CXXIX.
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Oft from my youth they me opprest,May Israel say with joy:
Oft from my youth they me opprest,
But never could destroy.
2
The plowers plow'd upon my back,And made their furrows long:
The righteous Lord hath cut the cords
Of that ungodly throng.
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Confound them, Lord, that Zion hate,And blast them with thy frown:
As corn upon the houses tops,
That dies before 'tis grown.
4
Of which the reaper cannot find,Enough to fill his hand:
Nor yet the binder of the sheaves
To put into a band.
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On which his blessing to bestow,No traveller will deign:
Nor once to say, God speed your work,
Upon such labour vain.
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