A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth—oh let Israel say—
Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.
The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.
Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;
Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,
Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;
Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!