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