A Song of degrees
. Many a time
have they afflicted
me from my youth
, may Israel
now say
:
Many a time have they afflicted
me from my youth
: yet they have not prevailed
against me.
The plowers plowed
upon my back
: they made long
their furrows
.
The LORD is righteous
: he hath cut asunder
the cords
of the wicked
.
Let them all be confounded and turned
back
that hate
Zion
.
Let them be as the grass upon the housetops
, which withereth
afore
it groweth up
:
Wherewith the mower filleth
not his hand
; nor he that bindeth sheaves
his bosom
.
Neither do they which go by say
, The blessing
of the LORD
be upon you: we bless
you in the name
of the LORD
.