The Psalms of David ‎#CXXIX

CXXIX. From my Youth up, may Israel say

1 From my Youth up, may Israel say,
They oftentimes have me assail'd;
Reduc'd me oft to heavy Straits,
But never yet have quite previl'd:
They plow'd my Back with Furrows long;
But GOD has recu'd us from Wrong.

2 Defeat, Confusion, shameful Rout
Ne still the dreadful Doom of those,
Their righteous Doom, who Sion hate,
And Sion's holy GOD oppose:
Like corn that's wither'd, let them fade,
Which too much Heat, and want of Root,
Untimely blasted in the Blade.

3 Which in his Arms no Reaper takes,
But in the Field neglected leaves;
Nor Binder thinks it worth his Pains
To fold and gather into Sheaves:
Nor Traveller vouchsafes to stop,
And crave a Blessing on the Crop.

Text Information

• First Line: From my Youth up, may Israel say
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1767
• Scripture:
  Psalm 129
• Topic: Description of: Oppression of the Church in all Ages; Prophecies: Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked; Thanksgivings: For Delerances and Wonders, General

Tune Information

• Name: [From my Youth up, may Israel say]
• Key: d minor