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 Jehovah 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, which dries up before it grows up, 7 with which the reaper does not fill his hand, nor the binder of sheaves his bosom. 8 And those who pass by have never said, The blessing of Jehovah be on you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah.