| 1 | {A Song of degrees.} Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth -- oh let Israel say -- |
| 2 | Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me. |
| 3 | The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows. |
| 4 | Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked. |
| 5 | Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion; |
| 6 | Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up, |
| 7 | Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom; |
| 8 | Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!
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