1 [A Song of Degrees.] Many a time they have afflicted me from my youth—may Israel now say—
2 Many a time they have afflicted me from my youth, yet they have not prevailed against me.
3 The plowers plowed upon my back. They made their furrows long.
4 The LORD is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.
5 Let them all be confounded and turned back who hate Zion.
6 Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withers before it grows up,
7 With which the reaper does not fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom;
8 Neither do those who go by, say, "May the blessing of the LORD be upon you. We bless you in the name of the LORD."