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CXXIX.

Much haue they vex'd me from my youth,
(May Israel now say),
Much haue they vex'd me from my youth,
Yet have prevail'd no way.
The plowars plow'd wpon my back,
And long ther furrows drew;
But God, who's just, the wicked's cords
Did cutt and me rescue.

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Confounded be they and turn'd back
Who Sion hate. Be they
As grasse vpon the howsses' top,
Ere shott which shirps away;
Nor mowar's hand, nor reaper's arme
Which fills; nor praying goes
Ye passinger, nor in God's name
A blessing once bestowes.