A Song of Degrees
1 |Often have they afflicted me from my youths| Say now let Israel:
2 |Often have they afflicted me from my youth; |Yet they have not prevailed against me.
3 |Upon my back ploughed have the ploughers; |They have made long their furrows.
4 |Jehovah, who is righteous, hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.|
5 Confounded and turned backward shall be all who hate Zion.
6 They shall be as the grass of the housetops, Which before it cometh forth is withered:
7 With which the mower hath not filled his hand, Nor his bosom he who gathereth handfuls.
8 Nor have they said who pass by, |The blessing of Jehovah be upon you, |We bless you in the name of Jehovah.|