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A Song of Ascents. Many times have they afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say, |
2. | Many times have they afflicted me from my youth up, Yet they have not prevailed against me. |
3. | The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long. |
4. | Yahweh is righteous. He has cut apart the cords of the wicked. |
5. | Let them be put to shame and turned backward, All those who hate Zion. |
6. | Let them be as the grass on the housetops, Which withers before it grows up; |
7. | With which the reaper doesn't fill his hand, Nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom. |
8. | Neither do those who go by say, "The blessing of Yahweh be on you. We bless you in the name of Yahweh." |