2 He admonisheth the Church to rejoyce though it be afflicted. 4 For by the righteous Lord it shalbe delivered, 6 And the enemies for all their glorious shewe, shal suddenly be destroyed.
2.They have often times afflicted me from my youth: but they could not prevail against me.
3.The plowers plowed upon my back, and made long furrows.
5.They that hate Zión, shalbe all ashamed and turned backward.
7.Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither the gleaner his lap: