Plowmen Dug
Since my youth oppression
Followed after to confine me.
Yet,
Not prevailing; nor victory gained
Yahweh is faithful to cut me free.
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Over my back plowmen dug
Making their furrows long.
In its place, the Lord will train
That each endeavor is a song.
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Those who hate will turn back.
From first to last their efforts defaced
To constrain my life and its effectiveness.
Now I’m in a spacious place.
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Jehovah will contend, and in shame
Turn them back!
On those who contend with me,
With death in all their attacks.
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To this day I proclaim your name
And declare your power.
Do not forsake me when I am old and grey
To the next generation, aflame.
Psalms 129, Psalms 71:17,18, Psalms 18:19, Isaiah 49:25