shall doubtless come again with joy, and bring his sheaves
with him.

PSALM 127. _Nisi Dominus_.

Except the Lord build the house: their labour is but lost that
build it.

2 Except the Lord keep the city: the watchman waketh but in vain.

3 It is but lost labour that ye haste to rise up early, and so late
take rest, arid eat the bread of carefulness: for so he giveth his
beloved sleep.

4 Lo, children and the fruit of the womb: are an heritage and gift
that cometh of the Lord.

5 Like as the arrows in the hand of the giant: even so are the
young children.

6 Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall
not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.

PSALM 128. _Beati omnes_.

Blessed are all they that fear the Lord: and walk in his ways.

2 For thou shalt eat the labours of thine hands: O well is thee,
and happy shalt thou be.

3 Thy wife shall be as the fruitful vine: upon the walls of thine
house.

4 Thy children like the olive-branches: round about thy table.

5 Lo, thus shall the man be blessed: that feareth the Lord.

6 The Lord from out of Sion shall so bless thee: that thou shalt
see Jerusalem in prosperity all thy life long.

7 Yea, that thou shalt see thy children's children: and peace upon
Israel.

PSALM 129. _Saepe expugnaverunt_.

Many a time have they fought against me from my youth up: may Israel
now say.

2 Yea, many a time have they vexed me from my youth up: but they
have not prevailed against me.

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?

4 For there is mercy with thee: therefore shalt thou be feared.

5 I look for the Lord; my soul doth wait for him: in his word is
my trust.

6 My soul fleeth unto the Lor