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Chapter 129
| Psal | Webster | 129:1 | A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say: | |
| Psal | Webster | 129:2 | Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me. | |
| Psal | Webster | 129:6 | Let them be as the grass [upon] the house-tops, which withereth before it groweth up: | |
| Psal | Webster | 129:7 | With which the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves, his bosom. | |