 1 A Song of degrees. Many times they have afflicted me from my youth, Israel may now say; 2 Many times they have afflicted me from my youth. Yet they have not prevailed over me. 3 The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long. 4 The Lord is righteous. He cuts off the cords of the wicked. 5 Let them all be ashamed and turned back, those who hate Zion. 6 Let them be like the grass on the housetops that dries up before it grows up. 7 With it the reaper does not fill his hand nor the binder of sheaves his bosom. 8 Those who pass by have never said, The blessing of the Lord be on you. We bless you in the name of the Lord.
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