Great(i)
1 A songe of the stayres. Many a tyme haue they fought agaynst me fro my youth vp (maye Israel nowe saye.)
2 Yee, many a tyme haue they vexed me fro my youth vp, but they haue not preuayled agaynst me.
3 The plowers plowed vpon my backe, & made longe forowes.
4 But the ryghteous Lorde hath hewen the snares of the vngodly in peces.
5 Let them be confounded and turned backwarde, as many as haue euyll wyll at Sion.
6 Let them be euen as the grasse growynge vpon the house toppes, whych wythereth afore it be pluckte vp.
7 Wherof the mower fylleth not hys hande, nether he that byndeth vp the sheaues, hys bosome.
8 So that they whych go by, saye not so moche: as the Lorde prospere you, we wysh you good lucke in the name of the Lorde.