Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say,

Neither do those who go by say, "The blessing of Yahweh be on you. We bless you in the name of Yahweh." A Song of Ascents.

Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.

Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up;

The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.

Yahweh is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.

with which the reaper doesn't fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.