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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412866" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 129</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Persecutors punished.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up from my youth, may Isr'el say,<br>Have I been nursed in tears;<br>My griefs were constant as the day,<br>And tedious as the years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up from my youth I bore the rage<br>Of all the sons of strife;<br>Oft they assailed my riper age,<br>But not destroyed my life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their cruel plow had torn my flesh<br>With furrows long and deep;<br>Hourly they vexed my wounds afresh,<br>Nor let my sorrows sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lord grew angry on his throne,<br>And, with impartial eye,<br>Measured the mischiefs they had done,<br>Then let his arrows fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How was their insolence surprised<br>To hear his thunders roll!<br>And all the foes of Zion seized<br>With horror to the soul!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus shall the men that hate the saints<br>Be blasted from the sky;<br>Their glory fades, their courage faints<br>And all their projects die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[What though they flourish tall and fair,<br>They have no root beneath;<br>Their growth shall perish in despair,<br>And lie despised in death.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[So corn that on the house-top stands<br>No hope of harvest gives;<br>The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands,<br>Nor binder fold the sheaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It springs and withers on the place;<br>No traveller bestows<br>A word of blessing on the grass,<br>Nor minds it as he goes.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q>
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Up from my youth, may Isr'el say,
Have I been nursed in tears;
My griefs were constant as the day,
And tedious as the years.

Up from my youth I bore the rage
Of all the sons of strife;
Oft they assailed my riper age,
But no..."></div>
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