||A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:
||Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.
||The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.
||The LORD is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.
||Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.
||Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:
||Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.
||Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD be upon you: we bless you in the name of the LORD.