He admoniſheth the Church to reioyce thogh it be afflicted. 4 For by the righteous Lord it ſhalbe deliuered, 6 And the enemies for all their glorious ſhewe, ſhal ſuddenly be deſtroyed.
¶ A ſong of degrees.
2.They haue often times afflicted me from my youth: but the y colde not preuaile againſt me.
3.The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long forrowes.
5.They that hate Zión, ſhalbe all aſhamed and turned backwarde.
7.Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, nether the glamer his lap: