A song of ascents.Since my youth they have often attacked me—
let Israel say—

Then none who pass by will say,
“May the Lord’s blessing be on you.”

We bless you in the name of Yahweh.

Let all who hate Zion
be driven back in disgrace.

Let them be like grass on the rooftops,
which withers before it grows up

Plowmen plowed over my back;
they made their furrows long.

The Lord is righteous;
He has cut the ropes of the wicked.

and can’t even fill the hands of the reaper
or the arms of the one who binds sheaves.

Since my youth they have often attacked me,
but they have not prevailed against me.