1. “They have oppressed
me greatly from my youth.”
Make this your song, O Israel,
and repeat it:
“They have oppressed me greatly
from my youth,
but they have failed, for I
am undefeated.
Long furrows drew those enemies
who hound me.
They ploughed my back as if
they ploughed a field.”
God cut the cords with which
the wicked bound me.
The Lord is righteous; he, my strength and shield,
2. May all those who hate Zion
be brought low.
Put them to shame, Lord. Crush them by your power.
Make
them like grasses that on housetops grow,
that
shrivel in the sun before they flower.
No binder such a worthless
crop will rescue;
no reaper gathers those to
have them threshed.
No one will say, “We in the Lord’s name bless you!”
No passers-by will shout,
“May you be blessed!”
The metre of Genevan 129 is 10.11.10.11.
The metre of Genevan 2 is 10.11.10.11.11.10.11.10
