3 The plowers plowed upon my back: and made long furrows.
4 But the righteous Lord: hath hewn the snares of the ungodly in pieces.
5 Let them be confounded and turned backward: as many as have evil will at Sion.
6 Let them be even as the grass growing upon the house-tops: which withereth afore it be plucked up;
7 Whereof the mower filleth not his hand: neither he that bindeth up the sheaves his bosom.
8 So that they who go by say not so much as, The Lord prosper you: we wish you good luck in the Name of the Lord.
PSALM 130. De profundis.
Out of the deep have I called unto thee, O Lord: Lord, hear my voice.
2 O let thine ears consider well: the voice of my complaint.
3 If thou, Lord, wilt be extreme to mark what is done amiss: O Lord, who may abide it?