A Song of degrees.
^1Oft did they vex me from my youth,
may Isr'el now declare;
^2Oft did they vex me from my youth,
yet not victorious were.
^3The plowers plow'd upon my back;
they long their furrows drew.
^4The righteous Lord did cut the cords
of the ungodly crew.
^5Let Sion's haters all be turn'd
back with confusion.
^6As grass on houses' tops be they,
which fades ere it be grown:
^7Whereof enough to fill his hand
the mower cannot find;
Nor can the man his bosom fill,
whose work is sheaves to bind.
^8Neither say they who do go by,
God's blessing on you rest:
We in the name of God the Lord
do wish you to be blest.